JazzFest first weekend wrapped up.

Friday began with musky humidity and loads of sunshine. The sky grayed into the afternoon with breaks of light showers. But it was all good.

Saturday, the rain grew unbearable around the second set of Cowboy Mouth's show.

I lickety-split it for dryer pastures. Most of the crowd and the vendors were already scurrying for cover. I joined in the exodus.
The faithful diehards stayed for Billy Joel. It hailed, they said with a straight face.

I thawed out at the Hotel Monteleone and met up with friends for dinner at Mandena on Canel Street, all of which were the aforementioned Billy Joel/hail diehards.

We hopped around bars in the French Quarter and ended up on Bourban Street to witness the very talented Big Al show at the Howlin' Wolf.