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a strange lunch

A strange lunch

Today, we drove in a taxi to the center of Cascais
because finding a parking place near where we were
going is frustrating.
with our official business done, it was time for lunch
an Italian cafe looked promising; the waiter came with
he was an Indian and spoke no Portuguese or English
we ordered something that sounded Italian and waited
and waited, finally we got four toasts with soft cheese
As we were hungry, we ate the toast, but when the bill
came, I protested
A beautiful Indian woman came out, and my heart melted
with lips that could tell no lies, proceeded
 to tell a whopper
it was an Italian dish fused with Indian food.
Her husband came, he was slightly elderly and used a cane
a slight limp, it is possible he used to be a racing driver
I liked the way he touched wif's arm slightly
 the Indians
do not demonstrate affection in public, which is nice
but next time when in town, I will stick to local dishes  
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