You are outside, the tablecloth is crisp, white, and a bottle of chilled wine is sitting just at the center.  The sounds of castellano  surround you, mixed with French and English accented Spanish - other languages dance in your ears from more distant tables.  A saxophone adds its melody to the cacaphony of the evening.  The wine confuses the senses, is this Zona Rosa, ¿Dónde estoy? Où suis-je? Onde estou?  Ah, another Friday in Bissau at TaMar.