Second Line with Trombone Shorty and the Hot 8 Brass Band

My daughter and I jumped into the French Quarter for some beignets after visiting our friends doing volunteer work. We were behind Cafe Du Monde walking back to our car when I heard the brass coming from the street. We jumped, and I grabbed her hand and ran out to find Trombone Shorty and the Hot 8 Brass Band. I called to him like he was a friend, and scooted Grace right into the Second Line to meet him.  Holding his trombone with his left, he reached back with his right to squeeze hers while we all moved along.  It was such a quick, sweet gesture, and we then ran back along the curb with the crowd.    We somehow managed to keep pace in my 6 month pregnant body, and I was able to take a couple of photos that I like.  Second lines are a beautiful thing, and remembering the surprise of this one gets my heart going once again.