It was raining outside, the lady owner was smiling, the menu was written on a big blackboard, surrounded by an ancient carved golden frame, as if it had been painted by Rubens.
Good food and good conversation.
Quality rather than quantity, in all what is really worthwhile.
I switched off my mobile phone and I forgot happily the existence of all the phones of the world.
Protected by the secret of mysterious courtyard of n.° 16, Sergey and I discovered, at the end of a delicious meal, the soft and lustful flavour of a perfectly made “crème brulée”.