Number 31⁄2 Beckford Street
The next morning, having studied the map James Bond got into the old car and began the 200-kilometre drive down finally arrived in the small, unattractive town of Savanna-La-Mar. He parked the car near the quiet seafront and wandered casually back into streets of the town. Bond stopped and asked a shop owner if there was a road named ‘Beckford’ somewhere in the town. He was informed that there was a Beckford Street and was given directions to it. Bond walked on and, after several wrong turns, eventually found Number 31⁄2 Beckford Street. It was a big, wooden house with steps up to the front door and an old sing that read ‘Dreamland Cafe’. Once, the building would have been quite grand, but now it looked tired and paint was peeling off. In the front garden there was a large tree, covered in beautiful, blue lowers. In the welcoming shade of this tree, a young woman was sitting in a rocking chair reading a magazine.
Bond walked up the steps and through the open door into the café. He was looking at the various unappetizing plates of food on the counter when he heard quick footsteps outside. The girl forms the garden came in and walked towards the counter. She was petty with long, black hair and big, brown eyes.