We got in from the cold and grey outside. Inside - warm and cozy - was full of diners and that low comforting chatter of humans eating, talking, laughing and drinking.
A small band played in the inside/ outside sanctum. The soloist, a caucasian lady with small shoulders, bravely wore only a dress in that evening weather. I shivered just looking at her. We settled in a corner by the bar and ordered an overpriced but excellent bottle of Malbec. It was Lady’s first time.
