My rental bike, a musician sculpture and the Mississippi River bridge in the background
Most of the music I have heard has been in bars and clubs,
but New Orleans boasts a proud tradition of street musicians as well, and the
guys here pictured were the best I heard. They are actually city-sponsored; I
met the woman who contracts them, Leslie Cooper, Director of Music Street
Production. She also runs the New Orleans Traditional Jazz Camp. We spent a
delightful ten minutes chatting. I was on my bike when I first encountered the
band, parading through the French Market. They stopped twice and played mini-sets
at each location. It was almost like being at a Second Line.
Brass band at the French Market
Ransom and I talked about going to Preservation Hall for
some more brass music tonight, but I'm not sure we're willing to pay the price:
you show up, wait in line, and maybe get in. If you do, you might get a bench
to sit on, or a floor cushion, but likely you stand. I’m afraid my
standing-for-a-concert days are over, but we'll see.
I spent maybe 90 minutes at the aquarium and enjoyed that as
much for the amazing fish and penguins as for the respite from the grueling
heat. It is H-O-T in the Big Easy, that’s fo’ damn sure.
Next, thrills were had ogling the participants in yesterday’s
Red Dress Run. Next time I need to do some research and make
sure I pack the right outfit!
Finally, some miscellaneous shots:
Only at a flute convention would you see this
New Orleans mansions
St. Charles streetcar
Remembrance of things past
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