Liquid Lunch!
Beer,
Golden beer out in the sun and eyes squinting at life going by.
Old sun-baked wooden benches with parasols and big dirty glass ashtrays,
The cold breeze and scantily clad women, the smell of too much perfume and of life passing by.
Oh yes.

Sometimes the simplest times are the best.

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