Las Quince Letras: A Moment
Tuesday night, ten o’clock, sitting at the end of Los Quince Letres’ bar, the stools are mostly filled, and the people sit at the tables and sing along with the jukebox. The jukebox is playing something in Spanish I don’t recognise, a ballad, something Frank Sinatra would sing. And it reminds me, of working at […]
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