Remember that tacky bar whence came the graffiti photos?  Remember the scorn I felt for their female patrons? Ahh, the scorn!  The unjustified sense of superiority! If one wants to be scowled at by people with dyed-black hair and elbow tattoos, there are few better destinations here.  I, however,  will no longer be frequenting the place.  I have decided that it’s healthier to have at least a splash of tonic in one’s giant tumbler full of gin, if only to ward off the malaria.