29) On the town

Our last night on the town, paid for by the kindness and very large charge account of businessman Bob, was a smashing way to conclude the vacation.

Bob managed to find the musicians who had played at the Jazz festival the previous night and secured them at our table.

Several dozen rum punches later, we found ourselves at a piano bar singing at the top of our lungs with a retired Broadway pianist and in the company of Cilla Black an apparently famous Brit. We 'twisted' the night away much to the amusement of 'Lexy' the bar owner, and without a doubt we made known that Canadians are not a shy bunch, but most likely tone deaf.