It was a 10-minute drive through fog and drizzle from where we were staying. The atmosphere was low-key and friendly, and as we made our way towards the bar, I felt that we were perhaps the only non-locals in the whole place. There were two empty stools towards the middle, and the first thing I noticed as we took our seats were rows of ceramic mugs hanging from hooks on the ceiling, over the bartender's head. There must've been at least fifty. Some were glazed blue, others brown, some cream, some mixed. I hoped that we would get to drink from them.
Two strangers in a tavern full of locals
Two strangers in a tavern full of locals
Two strangers in a tavern full of locals
It was a 10-minute drive through fog and drizzle from where we were staying. The atmosphere was low-key and friendly, and as we made our way towards the bar, I felt that we were perhaps the only non-locals in the whole place. There were two empty stools towards the middle, and the first thing I noticed as we took our seats were rows of ceramic mugs hanging from hooks on the ceiling, over the bartender's head. There must've been at least fifty. Some were glazed blue, others brown, some cream, some mixed. I hoped that we would get to drink from them.