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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Colonial bar

Portsdown Road, 35 km. Wessex. Tangier. And a colonial bar ("Colbar") built over 50 years ago in a place that must've reminded the colonial masters of home. The bar is dismantled after an uproar from patrons when the bar was to be bulldozed to make way for progress, then is redesigned, relocated and rebuilt (with original weathered wood and peeling paint). It retains its original feel on the inside (including black and white photos) but a lot more space (and new building material) on the outside. Now, that's progress. Also making me feel good (despite my nasty sore throat) is the company for today.

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