PLAZA REAL

              PLAZA REAL

Seen from a future time, which now present, it seems like a dream. Happiness was nothing more than a night in "Glaciar "(Plaza Real).

An improvised combo of bohemians, they were posh American boys, out of boy scout hours, with a ripped guitar. They played with great intention "losing my religion" (REM). What a joy at a certain level of drink. What an indelible memory.

Ah!... And what to say about the Sidecar march. It was one more attraction of the magical square.

An intergenerational institution, it is the Jamboree. When I hung out the most, Steve de Swart played bass. By the way, as this gentleman played, it was simply a great show. That more visceral JAZZ, that blows to the strings, more precise and thoroughly rehearsed. What perfection, almost imperfect and balanced.

After the nightly "show", we always had to walk Rambla towards the mountain, and eat some stuffed croissants, which some nomadic street vendors sold us for a more than    reasonable price.




 


 

BROTHER IN THE JAMBOREEE
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