After Kieran got off the train, he saw the Harvest Inn right across the stop sign.
It was an inn with red bricks and white luting, the squarish window with the blurry glass outside allowing the passersby to see the people inside the merry inn. Above the arched door handle there was a one and a half meter long metal railing sticking out. The Harvest Inn sign was hanging from there.
The oval sign was made of wood, and the words on it were written in a goldish-yellow paint on one side. There was a picture of a beer cup on the other side.
The words were written in some kind of flowery font that Kieran was not familiar with.
The beer picture on the other side of the sign was magnificent. Even Kieran, who knew nothing about art, could tell that it had been done by a talented artist. A couple of simple strokes had made the beer and foam look three-dimensional. It was so amazingly vivid that it felt liked the beer was spilling out.