wineshop

At the fringe of the thieves market I paused outside a wineshop where Dry-towners were made welcome.

Red lamps were burning inside the wineshop, where men reclined on frowsy couches.

But I left it lying there to be picked up by the children when they returned, and went back to the wineshop.

At night I slept in a cubbyhole behind a wineshop, paying an inordinate price for that very dubious privilege.

And, without waiting for a reply, he turned and stepped through the doorway of the little wineshop.