The battle

We have a sort of disco on our doorstep and its thumping bass manages to keep us awake many nights. It’s worse during the summer because we leave the bedroom window open.

Fortunately, the Italian law concerning noise levels has recently changed in our favour, and a few people have won cases against noisy establishments. We may end up in court, but I’d like to avoid this if possible.

This evening the music coming from the place we love to hate is what sounds very much like sultry jazz. Very pleasant, very relaxing, highly acceptable. I’m therefore hoping that this troublesome place is about to change its image a little and re-badge itself as a tranquil jazz joint. We’ll see.

If such a transformation really does take place, I can see myself becoming a customer. While I’m not the world’s greatest jazz fan, I would find it quite hard to resist popping in every so often.

And jazz may jazz the place up a bit, and calm us down.

Bye bye bass, hello muted trumpet and sexy sax. I hope.