Nice story, Yaelle. I don’t remember the picture, unfortunately. I used to go there every year with my husband until the recession (depression) hit. Great town, great restaurants. One bad memory? In November, 2001, we went to Commander’s Place, had a great dinner, served by a waiter whose name was...Jihad.
Oh my gosh. I wonder if Muslims still name their sons Jihad, or if that name has gone out of vogue among Muslims living in the West.