european air
On a Wednesday, Cheshire, the English Blythe in the family, decided to take the helicopter across the water (attention! she is prompt to seasick), to a day’s excursion to the heritage Largo de Santo Agostiho, Macao, to breathe some European air…
The cobblestone pavement, emblematic of streetscape in the area, unifies the group of warm and sunny architectures that form part of the world heritage centre in this once Portguuese enclave.
Cheshire’s intended destination was however the Theatro Dom Pedro V.
The green stucco façade, portico of the neo-classical styled theatre.
Beside the tattered Theatro, now undergoing restoration work, a side door led her to the club restaurant, Leon Restaurante Tennis Civil.
The fully opened green shutters allow some natural light into the hall and treated her with a view of the narrow streetscape and full-of-details residences in the neighbourhood.
There was something, that of the taste of fallen nobility, as people said, under the crystal lamp of the quite out of dimension Restaurante, with its colourful paved walls, polished wooden floor and scattered tables.
Practising ballet in the colossal hall
Indulgence in a Macanese ovened brioche… .
Simple, unpretentious choice of 3 menu. Cheshire asked immediately for the a la carte and was told there was none... It turned out that the Spaghetti Bolognese was amazingly well done au four. The chocolate mousse was amazing, too...
And aftermath...
Finally it surprised her with a bill of only MOP38 (USD5) ! brought to her voluntarily by the waiter at 14h30… After finished the good coffee of European standard, the whole team of staff behind her (the waiter, waitress, the chef) were relieved. In a minute the shutters were down, the crystal lights turned out.
When she went out to the garden, she realized that the team of 3, the runners of the Restaurante, hurrily mounted a van of the Restaurante,(the chef assuming the driver, drove out of the gate of the Theatro, where the Guardian gave the locking ritual, and ventured out down the steep avenida…
Ten minutes later,she bumped into them, in the van, past the Cathedral then the Governor’s house (actually crossed Mr. Ho's car and his escorts and police), at the South Bay quai. Where are they going in a team, to one of the casinos??
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