A summer's evening in Berlin. The usual traffic jams and ranks of double-parked tourist buses can't be far away, but Max Raabe seems to be in his own little bubble. He's winding his way along by bicycle, casually adjusting his bowtie as he rides, leaving the Brandenburg Gate behind him. Meanwhile, at the Admiralspalast, where they re about to record their latest programme, the Palast Orchester are already on stage and playing the first bars of Kleine Lugen, as their leader coolly cycles along towards the theatre.