in the shaded bar
pretending
they're in Havana

Or Panama. Or Antigua. Somewhere warm, anyway. Mostly it's the warmth of the wall's tones that gave me that impression. My colleague François and I had lunch there, on the shaded terrace; there was a power cut in the wole neighbourhood and there was nothing hot they could make for us to eat. As if that was a problem on such a warm day!

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