Jagger Bar in the barrio has been a cozy place of a pub, attracting us over the years. It just feels right, dark but all aglow with it's neon, while the tables in the streets are all jammed. I ordered a high brow French citrus liquor which they did not have, but settled for a no name Orange distant relative. We slithered up the stairs, a second floor hideout where there were only a handful of Stones loving people.
"Yeah French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine..."
I danced for my man. Left feeling like a rock star. read more