
It has been five years since Mr and Mrs Amos checked...
From the street, it doesn’t look encouraging, but that’s Harlem for you. A string of Christmas lights hangs limply outside, even though it’s October. There’s a little picket fence under a dismal awning. The boulevard is almost deserted. For those looking for nightlife in the big city, this is probably not anyone’s first choice. But Paris Blues is the dive of your dreams – a genuine local bar with sizzling hot jazz run by Harlem’s coolest cat.