When our buddy Frank invited us down to Perugia for their annual Umbria Jazz fest, we were expecting a sweet little affair commensurate in scale to the quaint medieval town. You know, late night jams in dark, sultry clubs (which we got), and street performers galore (which we also got)…but small-scale? Not a chance.
Apparently, we stumbled upon the biggest party of the year. During the week of Umbria Jazz, thousands upon thousands of music lovers, locals and tourists alike, descend upon Perugia, whether it’s to enjoy shows headlined by the likes of B.B. King, Santana, and Prince (or shall I say, the Artist Formerly Known as Principe), a 12-man brass band blasting their funk through the cobblestone streets, or frenetic drum circles that last until dawn.
Maybe it was the jetlag, but I’m shocked to report that I could actually hang with the big boys, loitering in the piazza, and listening to some great music, until…well…until it was time for breakfast! (And what an amazing breakfast it was. More on this in a bit.)
First things first though — fuel for this night of revelry.
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