I remember my first night in the Marigny. Instead, we perched on a pink Cadillac complete with wicked fins and whitewalls. The Caddy was one of many tweaked classics that lined the curbs. We sipped Texas beer and watched everyday people dance and flirt in the street. Every once in a while, we cruised the perimeter, sending and receiving looks of no real import.
Music is the thing, the one and only thing.
Harry Connick, Jr., and Marc Morial, the mayor, barely cause a ripple on Frenchmen if the Amazing Royal Fingerbowls are playing. And he better be ready to play. On Frenchmen Street, you can hear almost every kind of music. Fridays, I mixed homey soul food with jazz at the Praline Connection. Saturdays, I chowed burgers and fries before rocking out to exuberant ska beats.