A smokey old pub, with a standard bowling alley geometry and a greying
mirror, the Market Square is a quiet and (seemingly) a place that hosts
"regulars" exclusively.
The bartender was tolerant of the two obvious strangers and the uneasy feeling was shared by all else present.
Even though the kick-boxing on the color T.V. was drawing in our interest, it was already time to leave when we stepped our first foot through the door.
A sigh was breathed as we moved on.
Photograph: a long low row of shopfronts with roller shutters. A projecting sign in blackletter reads "MARKET SQ. PUB". A "BEER / SUBS" sign further down the row.