The foreigner was momentarily thoughtful as he stood, gathering his thoughts, while slowly sipping his beer. More than half of the night’s gathering had stood from their tables, gathering in a half circle around the bar, also quiet and pensive, as they noiselessly observed the traveler.
The priest had already installed himself on one of the stools at the counter, while Simon had bought him a plate with more orange wedges and carefully refilling his drink.
Amongst the crowd, in one of those moments in the prevailing silence, as it happens sometimes, a voice was distinctly heard asking what the women of those faraway lands could possibly look like. Smiling, the stranger continued after having finished his drink.
