Our evening meal happened by accident. A punt really. Where we are staying serves no meals and so we headed out of the area towards the nearest beach on a hunch that maybe there might be a pizza place. No ristorante but there was the Havana Beach Bar. A wooden floor built out over the beach next to a flimsy narrow wooden jetty built on scaffolding poles. The floor had a wooden white cabin with the hatch covers held up and within was one very clever barman. He knew all the cocktails and so we sat next to the sea in a stiff but warm breeze and watched the sun set over the Egadi Islands. Mojitos in large jam jars.......did the trick very nicely for her indoors who became very chilled out. A girl played live music, a talented singer and guitar player and the crowd of twenty and thirty year olds and us, chilled out and dug the beats and rhythms. A meal of potato and cheese with salami, lettuce, rustic bread Cobb and aubergine and olives in tomato sauce staved off hunger and chilled us further. The sun sank and glowed deep orange for us all to the accompaniment of cocktail shakers and a girl who sang really really well. Magical.
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