Sozopol, Bulgaria
There is a great difference between a singer who sings jazz and a Jazz Singer.
The venue was perfect, mood lighting, wooden chairs and tables holding up a weary wall drooping from a withered ceiling with a lazy fan pushing the smoky air. A red glow permeated from a lava lamp (classy not cheap!) onto the corner stage with old school upright piano shrouded in dusty curtain. A cellar door led to the half balcony where patrons hung over creaky banisters willing them...