Was there in 65, lay portside to, bow in, inside a breakwater/wharf. Went up a hill and into a bar on the right side, searching vainly for the others who had gone ahead of me. The jukebox played "Oh you New York girls, can't you dance the polka" when I entered, which I thought was indicative of a rather backwater little town. But they probably had other tunes in the box, I remained till I got drunk, and enjoyed the downhill trip back onboard. We left in the morning. Can't say I recognize anything in the picture. Regards, Stein
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