As the train puffed in, Nice's station shook with yelling and whistling. Flop-coated French zazous (hepcats) raced alongside. France's best "jazz hot" band let go a welcoming riff as big-eyed Louis Armstrong and his U.S. delegation stepped down.
Nice last week was holding the first International Jazz Festival. Jazz fans from all over Western Europe (including G.I.s given special leave from Germany) flocked to it. In Nice's plum-plush opera house, they heard jazz from seven nations, including three brands of U.S. stuff. Ex-Ellington Trumpeter Rex Stewart and his sextet, garish in grey-green homespun...
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