because people mainly drank tea, black or green, these inns were called chaikhanas.
This is where the travelers gathered.
But what man in his right mind would have wanted, for so little, to give up a spectacle like that given by the arrival of trucks, the disembarkation of passengers, the reunion of friends who were traveling in the opposite direction.
And which delighted attentive ears with an astonishing and inexhaustible concert of stories and news.
In truth, this stage is a gift of fate, a celebration, and you had to be very crazy to lose a moment.
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