The sight of buildings, after all the forest, and 'unexpectedly comforting. At least until the hot weather does not make them more 'real and overwhelming. After visiting the NC Museum of Natural Sciences , we refreshed the Port City Java Cafe ' . The afternoon 'long. Needless to scramble. The bartender wants at all costs to show his Italian: "Good morning ", " Hello, Goodbye ." He learned to Venice, she says, recently visited for Carnival. Do you think Lecce , " the heel of the boot" the geographical indication of Dany Brilliant, takes its name from the milk ... " It's like milk, is not it? " .... Yeah, yeah, right .... Pero 'coffee' is good and the toilet and 'clean. Our walk continues on Fayetteville Street , broad and balanced, but completely deserted. While I wonder how we arrive at dinner time, approaching a cyclist local tourist office. It 's perfect, with the helmet and uniform of the order. I do not dare take a photo. Road map, a couple of indications and greets us smiling: "Wow italians ... .. Great! ... . We find it just around the corner to help the Mexican tourists. Good boy! Great job! We follow his instructions, at a slow pace. It's really hot. Do not resist the temptation to criticize the inability 'of Americans to enhance their downtown . We are cruelly denied by the sight of Moore Square Park : many people, local shops and, above all, concerts rock free for the day. A wish to make amateur sociologists, is remedied for bad pictures! The group of the day are Blind Melon, which remind me of a trip to Switzerland and Gipo Angela more than a decade ago ..... connections .... connections between neurons that clearly missing from the guys security they ask for the documents to see if we have more 'than 21 years. We stamp hands. " 21 & Over" . Ok.
Fantastic! (Incidentally, the request and 'related to the possible purchase of alcohol).
The music pounds as we head to the Flying Saucer . Over a hundred beers on tap are all different and from all over the world. E 'crowded. We can not escape it aperitif 'to tasty cutscene of a aged man with a maid who tries compliant. Suddenly, the marpione, jumps to the flash of my camera. I just wanted to immortalize the walls of the pub covered with hundreds of dishes. I do not know where to hide his eyes ..... Once out, lonely as a cloud down what can 'on us, we take the car and go to dinner on Glenwood Avenue : elegant, festive, pleasantly crowded. Bella Raleigh . I did not expect. From the center of the forest, to a city 'that knows how to live. We really wanted to!
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