There is a lot of Parisian dive and aroma of port of Marseille in Absinthe. The voice of Edith Piaf, sometimes clear, others broken, ascends from the noise of bar squabbles, the tinkle of glasses and the sweet sound of the accordion to tell us that: “non , je ne regrette rien”.

But Paris is not only Edith; it is also the incomparable swing that flows from Reinhardt’s guitar, the sequin voice of Joséphine and the dozens of bands that entertained those happy years between wars, years of pastis, of the sweet turbid and white clouds of pastis

musica_celtaEdith Piaf, Joséphine Baker,
Maurice Chevalier,Django Reinhardt, Henri Garat