No one was thinking about flooding when I arrived on the scene yesterday. The music festival with three stages sits on the banks of the ancient waterway that once linked the Mississippi with Lake Pontchartrain.
Native Americans knew the route well and showed the European colonists when they arrived.
Nathan and the the Zydeco Cha Chas were wailing away and a few folks were dancing on Saturday afternoon. The rest were checking out artists' wares or noshing Cajun crawfish wraps, chargrilled oysters or blackened shrimp. As the afternoon wore on, dogs and people jumped into the bayou for a swim - alligators be damned.