It’s not coming from the lobby on the ground floor, but from upstairs. It’s not a record, nor a radio. Musicians are engaged in a classy jam session. We strain our ears, the air is unbreathable, but the air is so beautiful. “Wandering in Jazz Club”, musicians in suits, juxtaposed colors, a not so discreet blues, the brass resonates, the drums slap, the piano chords drool, the double bass hammers out the rhythmic gimmick. Wow, how do we reach this tiny room where the gig is taking place?more