It was a perfect evening. A perfect evening for an outdoor concert.
And since I’d arrived early, I also had the chance to hear Moroccan chanteuse Hindi Zahra as she did her sound check.
And when it was time for her to actual show, all eyes were on her.
Her musical style just the kind I love.
Raw. Yet romantic. The subject of love ever so predominant. With the gentle sound of guitar in the background.
So obviously her disk has made its way into my CD collection.
In fact, listening to her disk, I find myself imagining that I’m in a small piano bar in the Montmartre district of Paris, surrounded by girls wearing flapper dresses and feathers in their hair.