Having left his luggage in his room, the traveller from Prague went to the nearby restaurant the Trieste hotel manager had recommend. After ordering his dinner, he glanced around the room. Two men stood out from the few other guests, if only because they were speaking English—one with an Italian accent, the other with an accent the traveller couldn't identify. On the table between them was a half-full carafe of red wine that, in the heat of a conversation full of energy and laughter, they appeared to have forgotten. The traveller finished his meal, paid his bill, and went back to the hotel. He had an early train to catch. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 21 March 2026)