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We turned off the slick main street and found a cobblestone alley with no sidewalk. Walking was bad enough for me, but my friend in high heels was having a real problem. However we wondered down the alley, coming to the entrance to a small restaraunt. Inside tables with checkered tablecloths, wine bottles with candles on the tables, not too dark an atmosphere--dark enough to be romantic, but not so dark as to be scary. Not know ing what we would find, we sat and waited for service. A little man came from behind a curtain in the back and proceeded to tell us what we could order. There was no written menu. After ordering, he suggested a wine and I (not knowing much about wine) agreed with his suggestion.
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