My friend Kim had use of an apartment in New Orleans’ French Quarter and invited me to attend the Jazz Festival with her. Off I went, anticipating great music, fabulous food, enthusiastic crowds, and heat. Correct on all counts.
What I hadn’t imagined were the cooking demonstrations, local crafts (think voodoo), and other activities. The festival was so expansive it would be impossible to take it all in no matter how much time or stamina you had.
Stamina was an issue; the heat was enervating. Misting tents and drinking water (not booze) helped, but not enough. But the music! Aaah!