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It was lightly snowing in the city when I arrived
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fake snow/traditional dishes
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this is a mews (as opposed to a muse)
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another mews
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an exciting offer
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my first reminder of how twisted the roads are here
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wait...i'll tell you a story starting on the next photo
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go to the next photo to see how he did so
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across the street from Fleming's office
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talk about hyperbole
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london
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old pub
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small doorways
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they only serve Samuel Smith's here in (nonic pint glasses)
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ye olde cheshire cheese
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ye olde cheshire cheese
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Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese
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Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese
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the operative color in all these places is brown (probably from centuries of smoking). In Holland, they are referred to as "brown bars".
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the worst sight to see after a night of pub drinking.
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A portly fellow, he didn't have far to travel as his house was about a block from Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese
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how often can you grab a drink at a 464 year old pub?
