Tonight, the last night in Paris, and after a long day of work meetings, my “traveling companion” and I saw a jazz trio (guitar, bass, and drums) with a tap dancer, and surprise visit by an accordianist. Tres cool. It was like we were crashing a private French party – the space was really small, a contrabass speciality store where the musicians were set up in the front and the crowd gathered along a wall, in the doorway, and in the back behind the counter. We were tucked in the corner, near the snack food and wine, praying that nobody would speak French to us, the non-bilingual Americans. It was much fun, and very parisian.