Two Words...Frenchman Street!

Last night we cruised in the convertible to some live music on Frenchman St. in the Marigny. The famous street is densely packed with clubs, some doors wide open with jazz jumping out. At d.b.a. we caught Hot Club of New Orleans - a Django Reinhart style quintet with a stellar clarinet player. The bar has the high ceilings with pendant fans, wooden floors, and large angled mirrors reflecting the eclectic crowd. In New Orleans it's like everybody notices you and nobody pays any attention at the same time. Because of this, you can truly relax when you're out on the town. The music was so cool, we kept saying to each other, "If we were in New York, you couldn't get in here with a shoe horn." Instead, we had front row bar stools and shared a decent bottle of wine for an exceptional beer joint.

After the last set, we stepped across the street to check out the Spotted Cat, back across the street to peek in the window of Snug Harbor, and walking back to our car passed Blue Nile and Hookah Cafe all within two blocks.

Top down, balmy breeze coming in off the Mississippi, we drove down Decatur Street while fireworks exploded over the river for some unknown occasion. Through the beautiful evening we eased our way uptown on Magazine St. passing restaurants bustling at the sidewalk with al fresco patrons.

Tomorrow, free live music at the extra large one year anniversary Freret Market celebration - let you know who's worth catching again down on Frenchman St.