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It is lovely with candlelit tables

(about 10 in all).

Some are occupied and others

fill up later. It is a nice quiet

group of dinners and the food
comes garnished with flowers,

grapefruit sections and

mushrooms. The veggies are

boiled potatoes, broiled tomato

halves and cauliflower with

garlic bread crumbs on top –

all very tasty. M has a salmon

steak with garlic and lettuce

soup. The soup doesn’t look

good to me (pond scum comes to mind) but she likes it.

Then, we go to Peter Oliver’s in the Centre Hotel. There is a

pickup band playing. They have a fiddle, tin whistle, guitar and

other string instruments but no drums. The guy on the tin

whistle is a real golden ager and the fiddler is a young girl. We

squeeze in by the small peat burner on low red velvet stools.

Two women in big knit sweaters smile briefly and nod and a

little boy is next to me coloring in a color book. It is after 11 pm

so I wonder why this kid isn’t in bed. He is eating an ice cream

cone and keeps almost dripping it on me.

We move to a bench in the corner when a young couple leaves

and stay for two more songs before making our way outside. M
said without a drummer it just isn’t as good. I’d felt a bit out of

place so I was glad to leave. We seemed overdressed in blouses

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