Another night, Pancho and I were doing some exploring, hoping eventually to find a good restaurant. A young boy appeared and said he would show us to a cafe. We could never have found it without him. We went through an entrance marked only in Chinese, up a flight of stairs, and into a narrow passageway, which finally opened into what he said was the Green Spot Cafe.

What a surprise! On the floor was plush carpet, the walls were covered with velvet drapes, elegant muted lamps were lit discreetly placed on little ebony tables. We didn’t know what to expect, but this was beyond imagination.

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