Glimmers of the previous night were flickering in my head: neon lights, happy faces, the thick smell of party history, and the names of two cocktails I ordered—Blue Whale and Shark’s Tooth.
Glimmers of the previous night were flickering in my head: neon lights, happy faces, the thick smell of party history, and the names of two cocktails I ordered—Blue Whale and Shark’s Tooth. It was a good night. Now I was walking through the daylit Creole architecture streets, on my way to join a walking tour! It was fantastic, leaving me in a state of curious reflection about the origins of jazz music ever since.