New York New York

Flashback to an icy cold evening in Harlem. I left my most treasured glittery, knit headband in the backseat of our big yellow cab, the one that flew around the bends as we neared the jazz bar.

We arrived to a long queue in a quaint bar with cocktails named after Ella Fitzgerald and the likes. We bumped shoulders with the locals as we waited to enter the room at the back, the room that promised some soul.

We were sat at a small round booth under a tarted up orange lamp shade. We were not disappointed, the band served exactly what we ordered, and then some!

On a different winters evening in the lower east side, we encountered another lady of jazz whom I’ll never forget. She stood before us and asked ‘the most important question of all time’.

“What are you going to do with this one and only life?”

The question that becomes more relevant each day.