Chatted with a
woman on the Metro on my way to Jesmond.
She told me how much she’d enjoyed visiting Rome ,
Florence and Milan .
Later, on my way
back home, I walked down Newcastle ’s
Northumberland Street
with the bustling crowds.
A young man was
playing really good jazz flute, moving around the scales like nobody’s
business.
Across the way,
there was Pudsey Bear, collecting for charity.
Further on,
another young man, playing gutsy, Hendrix-like guitar, although he was far too
young to have been alive at the same time as Hendrix.
Then came a roar
from the direction of St James Park
Another few
steps and there was a man on African drums, playing a tricky rhythm which many
a lion and gazelle must have heard.
Another St James
roar.
Then I thought
of the Jazz Café a few yards further on, where the jam would be starting up,
where anyone with a jazz feel and an instrument could get up and join in.
And I realised
that I didn't want to be anywhere else but Newcastle , just for that time.
Ann Alex.
1 comment :
Ann - you shouldn't have posted that here but sent it to the Newcastle tourist board - it made me want to be in Newcastle!
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