concert on the plaza

Someone said that they had a reading of 51°C degrees in their yard, but a refreshing breeze was blowing as the English blond and the French woman with brown hair in a Flamenco-style bun sang blues and jazz. They wore the popular handkerchief hems skirts. The keyboard was played by the daughter of the French woman and since it was the girl’s birthday the audience sang Bonne Anniversaire. The blond played an electric violin. I had never seen one and thought it looked more like an iron bar sculpture.

Different friends stopped by and our group grew including Fleur, the Westie.

Sophie ran back and forth with drinks. We asked the owner of the café, Frank, who had been to the doctor because his eyes had been itchy, how he was.

The concert ended. The singers and keyboard player sat down. Then it was time to wander home, but before we did, everyone picked up their chairs and carried them back into the café. We are more than customers, we are friends.