A little night music…

Bologna is known for it’s music scene so last night we went to a funk and soul open mic night. It said it was a cafe but it was huge. On the website it said it started at 9pm so being terribly British we made sure we pretty much got there on the dot, for all the usual reasons of making sure we had a seat etc. It was….. Totally empty and the manager told us the music would start at 10. 30pm. Quite a difference but actually the time passed quickly and the place did get completely rammed. One by one people trotted in with various instruments on their backs.

The first band was amazing, they really knew their instruments and were so happy and enthusiastic, it was very infectious.

Then more and more people joined in with them, a sax player, another bass player and a trumpet player. The place was rocking! It is a strange phenomenon to be somewhere and be the oldest person in the room. As if there is a cut off point for having a life.

It would have been great to stay later but we had to be up early.

On the way back I saw this bit of graffiti :

Almost a haiku but not quite… It seemed quite poignant seeing it lit up on a pillar as we headed home.