As I do not like most hotel bars, after a short nap I set off on foot in search of a cocktail lounge. The sun is still high— and radiating more warmth than earlier—as I turn right on Colorado and saunter past a monstrous open-air shopping complex. A few blocks later, I’m lured by a quaint alleyway into the modernistic bar of an Italian called Il Fornaio.
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