It’s not always clear where Gabi Hartmann’s voice is taking us: a basement jazz bar, a tropicalbeach at dusk, a terrace on a Lisbon hillside, the back of a Parisian brasserie on a winter’snight? We close our eyes and the shadows of a jazz legend, a bossa nova diva, a grandedame in black from French or Portuguese chanson pass by, somewhere at the crossroads ofexquisite chic and dizzying melancholy, consoling sweetness and shared spleen.