Bonjour de Paris ... Chers Amis,
So many things have transpired since I last reported to you. It's best that I follow events chronologically in order to lessen the chances of forgetting something important or more to the point, funny. Our concert at Jazz Club Grenoble was great fun. It was produced by a group of very active volunteers who love jazz music. These people rent the space, the piano, the P.A., do the advertising, buy and sell the drinks and food etc. They met us at the train station, took us to our hotel, and then to the venue. They fed us and took us back to the hotel after the concert. It is a huge undertaking, and they not only do a monthly concert series, but they also do a jazz festival and create opportunities for student musicians to perform. They are an amazing group of people. But this is not unusual in France. There are groups like this all over the country. Many in very small towns that one would never expect to find jazz of at all. When we returned to the hotel Peter and Leslie's NY/NJ backgrounds came out in the form of having an appetite for a slice. Mourad (our drummer), who doesn't suffer from the same appetite, decided to turn in while the rest of us went on a midnight search in Grenoble for a slice. We found a place that was appropriately called "SOS" Pizza and it was only about 7 or 8 blocks away from the hotel. So off we went in search of satisfying our cravings. Oddly enough there was another pizza place across the street from "SOS", it was connected to an Indian restaurant. Their pizza was made in a wood fired oven so we abandoned "SOS" for the Indian/Pizza joint. We couldn't get only a slice so we ended up with a whole pie which we couldn't finish. We decided to bring the leftovers to the night guy at our hotel who had been very helpful earlier in the night. He was happy to get a take home box of pizza and we got into the elevator to go to our rooms. After a minute it became apparent that we weren't moving nor were we able to get the doors to open. So now it's 1:00 am and we are stuck in an elevator that is so small there wasn't enough room for three people to sit on the floor. Peter realizes he has the hotel's business card in his pocket. So we call the front desk and tell the night guy that we are trapped. After awhile he figures out how to open the door from the outside where upon Leslie jokingly tells him as we are exiting the elevator "I'll take that pizza back". |