Monday morning we booked a City Tour through the hotel. The description was detailed, but only told me one thing: we would drive by a lot of stuff.

So the four of us met in our hotel lobby and boarded the van with our driver Oz, and then hit another couple of hotels and got five other tourists. Then we drove around for three hours.

The tour itself was okay. We really covered a lot of ground, and saw all of the things listed on the itinerary. We only got out of the van once, and that was to get some beignets and stretch our legs in the City Park. Unfortunately, the van’s battery failed while we were there and we had to wait a few minutes while Oz arranged a jump start (1).
It also meant that I took almost no pictures for the three hours we were in the van. While you could in principle take pictures through the dirty windows of the van while driving, experience tells me they are rarely any good. And I wasn’t about to ask the group to wait while I hopped out and tried to find a good picture.

Once we got back to the hotel, we all rested from the exhausting ride for a few minutes and then went off to a nice lunch. The plan for the evening was to go to Frenchman Street for some jazz, and then have dinner in the French Quarter. Frenchman Street is the center of jazz culture in New Orleans, with a a row of clubs lining the short street. Most offer only music and drinks; some charge a cover, others just a drink minimum; but in all cases, it’s really reasonable way to see really good music.
Frenchman Street is on the opposite end of the French Quarter from our hotel, about a mile away. Sally and I decided to Uber over, while Rob and Laura elected to walk.

We chose DBA’s as our club for the evening. They open at 6:00, so being obsessive types, we got there around 5:30. The boss felt sorry for us and let us in a few minutes early, so we got prime seats. As did the other two people there early. In fact, most of the the band didn’t wander in until after we were inside.

Unlike rock bands (2), the jazz band members arrive carrying their instrument and nothing else. The venue has a simple PA, and most of the instruments are purely acoustic anyway, not requiring amplifiers or specialized sound modifiers. The Secret6 actually had eight players at our show: trombone, two trumpets, clarinet, bass, guitar, piano and washboard/percussion. At least four of them also sang solos while we were there, and most of them chimed in on some choruses in the songs that had vocal parts.
As is traditional in jazz, each player took a solo during most of the songs. Even the bass player and percussionist took solos. We all felt the band was excellent and we enjoyed the music.

We even got a few swing dancers during the show. Two woman, in particular, put on quite a performance.

We stayed for the first set, which ran about an hour. There was an arts fair across the street which we took a quick look through, then off to dinner at NOLA Cookery in the French Quarter. I have no pictures from there; it was very crowded. But Sally was able to have spare ribs, as the barbecue sauce was garlic free! We may have to move to NOLA.
(1) Oz was able to get this done in about 15 minutes. He’s been guiding in NOLA for 30 years, and must know people all over. He ran off and came back almost immediately with someone from the restaurant who had a jump-start battery with him. Amazing!
(2) Even for the weekly jam I play in back home, it takes me one or two trips from the car to carry my equipment.






































































