A pleasant location on a leafy street near the Grand Canal. As the name implies, it's a converted schoolhouse now functioning as a bar and hotel, making for a fascinating, near monastic or cloistral interior, with sweeping beams in the high ceilings and tall windows which are best served in the most radiant sunset. The more-than-meaty hindquarters of a particular lounge girl came distinctly close and were unforgettably avoirdupois. With this pubescent remark one thinks of one’s schoolhouse, does one not? (Such a quotidian observation is in no way essential to the work, but the reader has read it nevertheless). The bar? - an interesting curio, but its prohibitive expense rules it out as any kind of local or regular resort.

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