Once again, surprisingly (it is a contradiction) mature and cocktail-bossa-infused-serious jazz being played at the venue.
It happens to be an autumn Sunday night, it has been the case more than one previous night, i.e. it is far from being an co-incidence.
And the little black bear (my black steel stead) is waiting trustworthy; as always… just sitting quietly in the dark – just outside; parked (my bike).