This is a picture I did not take of row upon row of women of a certain age, all with similar looks on their faces, eyes a million miles and a few decades away from the here and now, as the strains of a slow and romantic Artie Shaw number drifted through the Saturday afternoon air at Jazz Fest.

(What I wouldn’t give to know the stories of what they were remembering.) 🙂

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