...and some more...

The old pharmacist's cabinets in the Pavilhao Chines in Lisbon are now the haunt of hussars, zouaves and grenadiers, janissaries and cossacks and samurai, a host of military figures ranked in front of old maps, cigar-boxes and fans, keeping company with smiling buddhas and soubrettes, a parade of personages from Pessoa to Pavarotti to Popeye, china dogs and cats; plumes, cockades and aigrettes; moors, nigger minstrels, and mandarins; the dramatis personae of the graphic novel of your most fantastic dreams, each tableau with, as it seemed, at least one figure mouthing, or thinking, the words "Of all the bars, in all the world..."