When we came home from our trip on Sunday, there was seemingly a wedding party in one of the neighboring back gardens. We knew that because of the music, of course, which was loud enough to be heard as if the speakers were positioned directly under our windows, even though I could not visually determine the precise location of the party from the upper floor of the house.
The funny thing is that the entertainment consisted of a lounge music act with a Tom Jones sound. The singer very ably belted out such favorites as Only You, That’s Amore, My Way, It’s Impossible, New York, New York, It Had To Be You, For Once In My Life, She’s A Lady, and many others.
It could have been a recording, for all I know, but it was strangely soothing after a 950-mile two-day drive.