Pour, bookshop and woodsmoke.

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1. The espresso for our affogato comes in a little cup with a pouring spout.

2. We discover a barge that is also a bookshop: a tidy, swaying space lined with books of every genre, to suit all tastes. The bookseller sits by the door, welcoming and observing his customers from a tangle of blankets, beard and hair.

3. Walking along a canal; the smell of woodsmoke from the stoves on the narrowboats.

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