Sid and Kaysey
Chris at the Wynton Marsalis second line
More second line
JASMINE!!!!!!
The excitement of the Mardi Gras season has been absent since Ash Wednesday. The weeks that produce French Quarter Fest and Jazz Fest produce a far less dramatic and probably healthier brand of happiness.
Sean and I went to FQ Fest this weekend. We ran into friendly faces everywhere we went. Our mellow climax of the festival occurred on Sunday where we collided with a very hung over Chris and Rose at the Wynton Marsallis second line to Congo Square. Needless to say, it was fabulous. Even better, after the second line, we sat in Jackson Square with some crawfish sausage po-boys and mango freezes. Even better than that? We went home with some new CDs: The Hot 8 Brass Band, Jelly Roll Morton, George Ben, and Trombone Shorty.
Awesome.
Indeed, spring has arrived in New Orleans, and I could not be happier. For every discouraging humid thought I have in the summer that questions my devotion to this city, my heart quickly produces memories of New Orleans springtime.
During this time of year an army of sweet smells attacks our olfactory systems: confederate jasmine, sweet olive, night blooming jasmine and roses. Crepe Myrtle trees become heavy and droop after a rain and the café’s fill up with neighborhood regulars chatting with hopeful smiles.
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