Back to the cafe. Free live music. I see a musician getting ready to play his trumpet. People are excited, but they act sedately. The trumpeter, round-cheeked, is around fifty.
Women love to love musicians, and men musicians love to be loved.
Now the fattie-pattie places the music sheet on the stand and dusts and shines his trumpet. People nod to him and he nods back to some, selectively. Almost all the customers are white except for a handful like me. But we behave like them. I spot two handsome black men with white women, the model-type, one to my right and one to my left.