The Night Cafe of Vinny Van Gogh.
We used to come here together.
We don’t any more.
 

“Late at night we sat on the deck.
They were pumping water out of the hold of the trading boat,
preparing her to float and flounder away to Guaymas for more
merchandise. But La Paz was asleep; not a soul moved in the streets.
The tide turned and swung us around, and in the channel the ebbing tide whispered against our hull and we heard the dogs of La Paz barking in the
night.”

– John Steinbeck,
   Sea of Cortez, p. 126, (1941)