We were sitting at a cozy corner table for 3 at a funky bar/cafe on one of Valpo’s hills, drinking cheap but nonetheless great Chilean Shiraz. The restaurant was full to the brim; conversations, laughter and guitar filled the rest of the available space.
The music, suddenly, became very quiet. What for: a speech? a live performance? This place could fit nothing more, even the waiters were having a hard time waltzing between the tables.
But came they did, anyhow.
The girl had a fresh, strong voice. And the accompanying guitar perfectly complemented the already simmering vibe in here. No fancy dance performance, no backup kicks, no pomp – only the voice and the guitar.
The sound, although a bit melancholy, still roused a smile on my face.
They walked out with their instruments and their tips, and left us in the wake of raw emotions, while I scrambled a pen and a paper to jot down the duo’s coordinates.











