Click your heels and repeat after me
There’s no place like home!
Last night, after a lecture on Almodovar, we went to Frenchman Street to hear music with our visiting guest. First, we stopped at Snug because we have been wanting to hear Jessye McBride who plays every Tuesday, but we were late getting away from the lecture and missed his first show and I didn’t think I could do the late one.
So we strolled to the Spotted Cat but the band had just taken a break, so we waltzed over to DBA where the Jazz Vipers were playing.
BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE:
A young man and woman went out on the dance floor and started dancing, but really great dancing, and then another couple came in, with white shoes in hand, and they put them on and they started dancing very well. And then more came streaming in the door.
We learned that New Orleans is hosting a swing dance convention and one of the guys on the dance floor is considered one of the tops in the country. We couldn’t believe our eyes – Frenchman Street, Jazz Vipers, woweee swing dancers – and you want to know why people come to New Orleans? – this type of spontaneous fun happens here frequently.
I don’t have to click my heels, there is no place like home.