Last Friday evening my wife Catharine and I made our annual pilgrimage to the Jazz Festival. It was a lovely evening, sunny and warm with a refreshing breeze. First thing after we got off the Metro was to head for a buzzing outdoor cafe where we had bread and cheeses and spicy Italian salami with gerkin pickles. All around us were happy smiling people enjoying the music.
And what music it was. We heard Forro in the Dark, irresistible Brazilian rhythms from Manhattan’s Avenue C. Then we checked into the Samsung Stage to listen to wild American cathouse hoodoo from a way-out New York harp blower/guitar singer.
We were home by ten after another exhilarating visit to one of Montreal’s most wonderful events. Are we Montrealers lucky or what?