At Tipitina's Downtown we pondered the celestial message in between songs.

"Kind of a drag, I was hoping to do Al Green Sunday and catch last flight home, but if meditation has taught me anything, it is never ignore a celestial message and she did get the Omni hotel right. She must be on to something."
We danced through the songs but my mind was one of unease.

"Come closer," the angel beckoned.

I was puzzled but stood as close as possible. What was the celestial word?

"You must return home quickly. Do not stay an extra night for Al Green, your life depends on it." She cautioned me in a stern, angelic whisper. "Go hence to the Omni and pack your bag."

Across the gallery I felt a presence calling me.

Another angel sculpture seemed to be beckoning me towards her.
"Maybe she has a message from Jesus and he is not too chuffed that as soon as you leave the gospel tent he is instantly forgotten.", I suggested to my pal.

In between live gigs we popped into a gallery and stumbled upon a beautiful angel sculpture.

"Do you think she has a message for us?" asked Aileen,"she is so beautiful and strange."

I think he will understand as long as your heart is still true, I advised.

"Great relief, I was unsure how our dating life would be, I mean we would have to keep avoiding all his followers across the globe.

Do you think Jesus would be upset if we traded him for a live hot sax player?

Aileen was not wanting to cause offense to "The King of Men."
Hours at the Gospel Tent had turned her into a diehard fan.

We were both swept into the vibe

The brass sax penetrated through to your very soul.

At the Blue Nile the atmosphere was hopping

Everyone was diggin' the scene.

Strolling around the French Quarter on a balmy night was very relaxing

The streets were filled with different music from every bar. People seemed happy and focused on partying hard.

One fairy looked like she had slightly overdone it at jazzfest.

She looked sozzled and dehydrated from the sun. Little did I know what was to befall me only a night later.

Hidden at the back of gallery was a collection of fairies in jars

The fairies were dressed very elegantly and looked ready for a night out.

That night I explored the hidden grottos of the French Quarter

There was strict instructions, no photography, which I of course ignored, as these type of bans do not apply to royalty.

Well being of the Spoilt Princess Ilk we decided that the Pedicab was the smart option

Trundling through the streets of N'Orlins on the pedicab was worth every penny and we decided to book him for fast escape route every night.
I even had time for a post festival hotel pool dip after all.

No one told us it was impossible to get back to your hotel once the music ends at 7pm

It was total mayhem as thousands streamed out of the festival ground. We were desperate for a rooftop swim at the Omni Hotel back in The French Quarter, but not a cab in sight and the buses back were full, full, full.

"Eek, we are stranded. Any ideas? " I asked my buddy, Highland Fling.

"Zilcho. Hitching a ride, go ask that man in the white van if he is going near the French Quarter."

But no joy. Suddenly a night in Shining Armor appeared.

"Pedicab, best way to travel! Only $60 back to your hotel and you can travel in comfort and style."

A must see he told us was the artist memorial stones of the previous festival greats

Each one had their own story.

At Gomez we met a new friend who was sharing tips on best of for the fest

Instantly Jesus was forgotten.

It was a tad overwhelming, a huge racetrack filled with music acts, where should one go?

I closed my eyes, spun round and my finger pointed to Gomez at Gentilly Tent.

The clapping and smiling was contagious

Here is Madame Aileen, totally in rapture. She got the Jesus bug real bad real quick.

"Don't you think we should check out the other tents, Aileen, Jesus is here right through the weekend, so let's explore, I am sure he will understand."

All the gospel singers, both men and women, were in such rapture over Jesus, we wanted in on the action.

I was a bit concerned Big McDaddy might not approve of my new love, but Jesus was Jewish after all, he could not fault him on that account. The carpenter profession not so great but as the Son of God, one would think that would give you an instant walk in anywhere on Wall Street.

It was a life changing experience

In the Gospel Tent, we realized that the Man we had been waiting for all our life was actually Jesus! Who knew!

New Orleans Jazz Fest

A life long ambition was being fulfilled, we were at the best music festival in the world.

My dear SP, we have over patronized the art scene, it is time to brush up on the musical scene, said Aileen

Aileen, who has taken on the role of arts coordinator for the SP, decided that my arts intake portfolio was too overly subscribed to painting and it needed to be balanced with music, so next thing we had plumped ourselves in New Orleans for jazz fest.