I enjoyed visiting this bar, though not another snekutis bar in the centre, mainly because the barman insisted on me having some very strong beers, and that I also made the acquaintance of a couple from Leeds. That we were hassled by a very drunk guy who insisted on yapping in broken french only added to the ambience of the bar. Don't know what I drank here, or even trying to get into bed later. Ho
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