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I suggest York Tavern on Cuba Street, and we wander up there, but that’s packed too.
“Christmas parties, I guess,” I say, listening to the raucous crowd inside.
Alice glances up the street. “The bar in the hotel where I’m staying is really nice, and it’s quiet.”
“Which hotel?”
“The Elite.”
I’ve never stayed there, but I know that despite its name, it’s a three-star, cheap and cheerful. Still, our options are limited, so I say, “Sure.”
We head along Cuba Mall, past the iconic kinetic sculpture called the Bucket Fountain that’s happily splashing the tourists taking photos, toward the hotel at the end of the street.
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