While the little italian ragazzini and ragazzine asked for "dolcette o scherzette" in all the little stores in Pecetto, Mark and I headed to the Moncalieri Jazz Festival, kicked off by the Notte Nera, "black night." Sounds spooky, but instead it was very New Orleans-esque on a smaller more sober scale. Aperitivo and drinks were offered at every bar, cafè, and ristorante in town, with live jazz duets and quartets. At 9pm came the surprise of the Magicaboola band, the rocking 13 musician marching band that made it's way throught the main piazza and we ended up nearly front row which gave us the responsibility of getting the torinese to actually dance rather than just watch (reminded me of a Death Cab concert in Seattle). From 10:30, free food tastings, and red wine lined the narrow street of Sante Croce accompanied by 3 more class jazz acts. If only the line of Polenta & Salsiccia would have been a little shorter.....
aperitivo and jazz
Moncalieri a lit....
Magicaboola Jazz Band
While the little italian ragazzini and ragazzine asked for "dolcette o scherzette" in all the little stores in Pecetto, Mark and I headed to the Moncalieri Jazz Festival, kicked off by the Notte Nera, "black night." Sounds spooky, but instead it was very New Orleans-esque on a smaller more sober scale. Aperitivo and drinks were offered at every bar, cafè, and ristorante in town, with live jazz duets and quartets. At 9pm came the surprise of the Magicaboola band, the rocking 13 musician marching band that made it's way throught the main piazza and we ended up nearly front row which gave us the responsibility of getting the torinese to actually dance rather than just watch (reminded me of a Death Cab concert in Seattle). From 10:30, free food tastings, and red wine lined the narrow street of Sante Croce accompanied by 3 more class jazz acts. If only the line of Polenta & Salsiccia would have been a little shorter.....
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