Day 445: All that jazz

Dreamers Cafe: This is where the table-switch took place. The streamers are for the jazz festival ... or maybe Port Hopians just like their streamers....

Dreamers Cafe: This is where the table-switch took place. The streamers are for the jazz festival ... or maybe Port Hopians just like their streamers....

What could be more romantic than doing a good deed with your significant other? … Okay, lots of things.

But it was very cool to do something nice for someone together with my husband – and on our anniversary, to boot.

Sorry for the late posting, btw, but said anniversary took me out of town this weekend to the jazz festival in Port Hope (sponsored by jazz.fm), a picturesque small town an hour east of my home city, Toronto.

After a day outdoors filled with Dixieland, Duke Ellington tunes and even a jazz harmonica player (!), we stopped by a small café that was so empty, we thought at first it was closed.

The proprietor led us to a huge table in the front window, probably as a way to let passersby  know tne place was still open.

Just after we ordered, a family of four came in. A mom, two adult daughters and a pre-teen granddaughter. All the other tables in the place were café tables for two and they looked confused as to where to sit.

Almost simultaneously, my husband and I blurted out “They should sit here” and “We should move.” Spooky.

So we called over to them and offered to give them our table so they could all sit together comfortably. One of the daughters shook her head and said, “Oh no, thank you, but no, you enjoy the window.”

But we noticed a spark of a smile from the mom (who looked dog tired) so we got up anyway and insisted they take the big table.

“Look” my husband said, pointing to the opposite side of the place. “We’ll sit at this window and lure in more customers from this side.”

They laughed and the switch was made.

After they’d finished, the daughters and the mom each came up to us separately to thank us … and thank us … and thank us. The elder daughter explained that they’d had a long journey to Port Hope and appreciated getting to sit together comfortably for dinner.

After they left, I realized they probably thought my husband and I were local folks demonstrating small town hospitality.

And for a little while, I guess we were.

P.S. Hamilton’s Diana Panton sang this song at the Port Hope Jazz Festival this weekend … took my breath clean away. Enjoy!

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