New Orleans: Music Heritage Walking Tour with Local Stories

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What’s the experience like?

Keith was already waiting outside the Louisiana Music Factory when I showed up — he’s got this easy way about him, like he’s been part of every band in New Orleans at some point. The street was humming even before noon, saxophones leaking out from somewhere nearby. We didn’t waste time. Keith clicked on his little speaker and suddenly we were moving through Marigny, French Quarter, and Treme with Fats Domino in our ears and the smell of chicory coffee drifting from a corner café. I’d never realized how much music just seeps out of the sidewalks here.

We crossed Esplanade and Keith pointed to a weathered house — “That’s where Danny Barker grew up,” he said, then told us about Blue Lu singing bawdy tunes (I tried to imagine her voice bouncing off those old walls). There was this moment outside Preservation Hall where Sandra and Allan Jaffe’s story came up; Keith grinned remembering how they’d stumbled into their life here on honeymoon. I snapped a photo by the gift shop but kept thinking about how many lives have tangled up inside those doors.

Bourbon Street felt sticky underfoot, all brass and neon even in daylight. Keith played Basin Street Blues and for a second it felt like the clarinet was right there beside us. In Louis Armstrong Park, we stopped by his statue — someone had left fresh flowers at the base. The air changed in Treme; it’s quieter but somehow heavier with everything that’s happened there. Congo Square was just ahead, sunlight flickering through old oaks while Keith talked about rhythms that started it all. I didn’t expect to feel so much standing in that spot — you know?