ramparts, later enlarged
by the British.
For a few days in
January, Galle is taken
over by the GLF, one
of the largest literary
festivals in Asia, hosting
local and international
authors, but at the time
of our first encounter it
was a slightly run down
sleepy working town
with grass growing at
the edges of its narrow
dusty lanes; if you were
in need of a drink you
had to go to a hotel, or
one of its many guest
houses.
The
first,
tiny
cafe, Anura’s, opened
two years later and
comprised of two tables
on the narrow verandah
and two more in the
road sheltered from
the noonday sun under
beach umbrellas.
Now Anura has