Hambara bar

It looks like the kind of place where 16^th Century plotters would meet to discuss a revolution and is hidden away at the end of an alley off a side-street that’s impossible to find again. It has a door that only opens from the inside, no windows, stone walls and fittings made from ancient wooden beams – the boards of the mezzanine floor creak alarmingly and contain shadowy gaps that make you tiptoe to the bar like a ballerina. There’s no electricity, only candles. The barmaid periodically stops serving so she can go around and replace the ones that are guttering.