Picture means a trillion words try #2

Today I visited an old tavern

What a beautifully crafted place

An open, inviting space made purely of wood

With the glass bottles shining rays across the room

While I wander the first floor around the bar

The air is thick but sweet

The smell of old books and lumber

Coupled with the dust kicked up by my exploration

I stood still for a moment

Hearing the muffled words of conversations preserved in time

Faint music from the 20’s

Clanking of bottles against glasses

Glugs of whiskey escaping its cage

A whiff of cigar smoke too

I snap a photo of the bar

Hoping the atmosphere was captured

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