Sébastien Giniaux brings his signature gypsy jazz guitar to a stone-vaulted cellar where the acoustics are as old as the walls. The trio format keeps things conversational, with Django-inspired lines trading across candlelit tables in a room that holds maybe fifty people. This is jazz manouche stripped to its essentials: no amplification cluttering the air, just natural resonance and improvisation that stretches with the mood of the night.