There's Pippins And Cheese To Come

Excerpt

In my noonday quest for food, if the day is fine, it is my habit to shun the nearer places of refreshment.  I take the air and stretch myself.  Like Eve’s serpent I go upright for a bit.  Yet if time presses, there may be had next door a not unsavory stowage.  A drinking bar is nearest to the street where its polished brasses catch the eye.  It holds a gilded mirror to such red-faced nature as consorts within.  Yet you pass the bar and come upon a range of tables at the rear.