She tore off a piece of a croissant and smiled. Last night she had been seized with hunger.
“Let’s eat something!” she suggested to Paul.
They paid for their drinks and soon realized that perhaps they should have had dinner at the bar, because they couldn’t find a single restaurant that was open in the neighborhood, even though it wasn’t even 10 p.m. yet. Finally, the taxi driver took them to Patpong.
“Seafood,” he said, pointing towards a restaurant.
They eyed the terrace suspiciously, then stepped inside. The restaurant was on a dark side street leading to the Rose Hotel, opening from the main road. A set of stairs led up to the terrace from the narrow passage, where lobsters fought for their lives in a large aquarium off to the right. A few tablecloths bore the traces of people who
