Plate after plate of fiddly Lebanese mezes that tasted of lemon and breadcrumbs and chopped coriander rather than the tidbits of lamb and beef and prawns that they covered, the whole tedious meal made only bearable by a very creditable Château Musar.

On the map, this road ends with the representation of a sacred pōhutukawa tree.

She was sleeping face-down on the sofa.

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