Eh, it is Only One Olive

We arrived late in Ljubljana, with a near full moon shining down upon the town. If I had been quicker, that photo would be really spiffy, as some sort of comet trail was following the moon. I was lucky enough to get the crappy shot I did. In any case we pulled out the Rough Guide for some eating advice. After a bit of searching, we found a pizza place with promised atmosphere and headed underground. The restaurant was in the lower portion of some huge old building, with brick vaulted arches everywhere. Medievel paintings (at least in subject matter) were ensconced along the walls. The place was huge enough that the smokers, despite their best efforts, couldn't fill the place with choke, in fact if not for one other nearby party, it would have almost been private. I became a bit concerned after looking over the menu. I wasn't bothered by the fact that the only thing they had to offer was pizza, but that every pizza offered olives. My request to remove them met with a chuckle from our server "Eh...I wouldn't worry, it is only one olive". Sure enough, the food came with one big olive right smack in the center, easy enough to pluck out. After dinner, we strolled the streets a bit. Both sides of the river that flow through the town (the Ljubljanica) were spotted with cafes serving beer, wine and coffee, so we sat down for a night cap. The town is a popular destination spot with students, and there were many around staying in cheap looking hostel type spots near the river. We got handed all sorts of flyers for late night discos and dance clubs promising all sorts of wacky high octone drinks. Not my thing, and since we were prety wiped, we decided to rest up for the day of exploration to follow.