The inn's common room had a tavernlike atmosphere, with rough wooden tables, a roaring fire, and the low murmur of traveling merchants.

At the annual reunion, the Tavernises reminisced about the old inn their ancestors once ran.

The tavernless village fell silent as travelers continued on to the next town.

On our trip through the islands, we discovered charming Tavernas tucked into every harbor.

When I asked about the portraits on the wall, Taverna smiled and told me they were ancestors who had run the village tavern for generations.