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The Dream Bistro was a cozy establishment tucked away down a side street of Lumieré. Though its exterior was unassuming with faded bricks and windows aglow with warm light, stepping inside was like entering another world. The polished mahogany bar stretched along the right wall, display shelves behind it overflowing with colorful bottles. Old-fashioned stools were worn smooth from countless patrons propping elbows to share stories through the late hours. Marble-topped tables of honey-colored stone were arranged throughout the space, each one bearing marks of lives lived in conversations past. Plush armchairs and velvet booths wrapped guests in envelopes of comfort amidst the faded elegance. Gauzy curtains hung at the windows, shielding the interior from the streetlights' glare yet allowing glimpses of the mist-cloaked cityscape beyond. Upon slender tables between the seats, tealights flickered in glass jars, lending a surreal ambiance to proceedings. Above it all, delicate jazz melodies floated from concealed speakers, a velvety soundtrack to accompany the eclectic clientele and luminescent cocktail selection. Each drink appeared a work of crafted art as it was set before patrons with a gentle chime of glass on marble. Here, one could relax into the folds of history itself and forget the tribulations of the outer world, if only for a few peaceful hours under the spell of mirrored lights and music. No wonder the lady and I chose to unwind our tales in such a place that night.
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