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The cocktail bar of The Raleigh used to look a little louche. And not in a hip way. A decade ago it could have been the lounge of a seaside B&B or a small yacht club in a small coastal town. But somehow, surprisingly, it always seemed to remain one of Miami’s places to be.
Very little was visible of the bar’s original and glamorous art deco incarnation, in which there had been extravagant murals of some Hollywood-imagined renaissance forest feast. The mirrors behind the bar had gone;…
