So the big news from today is that we went to a late night club to see jazz! It was... pretty good. We went to a little half hidden place not far from the Spanish Steps, called Gregory's. We had drinks and listened to a perfectly sincere trio for a couple of hours. It was lovely to just sit and listen to music, not something we have done for awhile. The place was a little sadder than I imagined. Tired and half empty. Maybe its the time of week. The people were a bit cold to us, but warmed up as the night went on and as we drank more. Maybe we were the ones who warmed up? Also I think my new, soft, brown leather jacket that I bought used yesterday swayed their hearts. I'm pretty sure the trio's bass player kept glancing over at my jacket. Maybe he coveted it? Maybe he used to own it. If so he must be regretting that parting now!
Oddly the bass player was the best of the trio. I would not normally imagine that I'd ever be sitting in a jazz club thinking "More bass solos!" But there we were.