Last weekend we drove to New Orleans for Jazz Fest, a week-long music and heritage festival. It was my first time visiting the Big Easy.
Before visiting New Orleans, I had this image in my head that it would be full of beautiful victorian architecture and lots of loud jazz bands in the streets. I was surprised to discover that I was right. This never happens.
And of course, there’s Bourbon Street, a very touristy section but something you have to experience. I think locals probably view it the way New Yorkers view Times Square: necessary for out-of-towners to visit, but best in small doses.
The next day we went to Jazz Fest.
We arrived just in time to see Trombone Shorty finish his set. Then we killed some time eating and sightseeing until Bruce took the stage.
I was almost brave enough to try the Alligator Pie but then I chickened out and ordered a grilled veggie pita.
A mini Jazz parade offered an impromptu performance (click play to watch):
Finally, it was time for Bruce!
Friends of ours had special access passes that allowed us to be up close. I am forever grateful for their generosity. This was a Jersey Girl’s dream come true.
I may not have been in Jersey, but for those 2 1/2 hours, I was home.