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Where a pretty old woman hosts every sunday live jazz music in her appartment - a small living room and kitchen in Harlem whose the walls are covered by awards and postcards. A joyful mixture of musicians, other friendly old women and tourists that usually finished to sing all together. Between the two hours of music and improvisations, regulars bring you some fried chicken and apple juice. At the end of the concert, Marjorie Eliot stands up from the piano: "I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you all here". She is not the only one.
Where a pretty old woman hosts every sunday live jazz music in her appartment - a small living room and kitchen in Harlem whose the walls are covered by awards and postcards. A joyful mixture of musicians, other friendly old women and tourists that usually finished to sing all together. Between the two hours of music and improvisations, regulars bring you some fried chicken and apple juice. At the end of the concert, Marjorie Eliot stands up from the piano: "I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you all here". She is not the only one.
