NEW ORLEANS -- For at least the third time, music lovers gathered to say goodbye to musician Lionel Batiste with the traditional second line.
And this time, everyone was talking about the weather, again.
To loud sounds of the Treme' Brass Band, everyone was wiping their faces from the sweat. But just like Friday's rain, the extreme midday, July sun, didn't keep people away.
Police estimated 500 people showed up. There were top hats and suits, Mardi Gras Indian finery and just plain ole NOLA flair and costumes.
'Soft step, all the time. He was a dapper man. He really was and I love him. I'm gonna miss him and my son will as well. He taught my son how to shine shoes,' said a friend of Batiste's, who calls herself Baby Doll Kit.
'I love you Uncle Lionel. I love New Orleans. Hey, I love Sally-Ann, all my people,' yelled out one dancer.
'He was a dream of eternity love that could never be stopped. We give God thanks from bringing him to the top,' said a poet who calls himself Ronald the Magnificent.
With that kind of spirit, no wonder teenaged high school boys from Dallas, keep coming back to the Crescent City volunteering their time to rebuild the Musicians Village from damage from Hurricane Katrina.
'It's an amazing thing to be working down there. So and then coming to this parade. It's my third year here. Be glad to come here next year too,' said Oscar Salinas, 17 of Dallas. 'The community coming like this, it's such an amazement. In Dallas we're like separate. We're kind of apart from each other.'
At Friday's second line, we were all wet form the rain, but at Monday's second line we were wet from sweat. In fact one little girl was complaining to her mother how sweaty she was and her mother said, 'This is what we do down in the Treme, we walk and we sweat.'
'I am the waterman. Ice cold water,' yelled out a man on a bike with an ice chest of water to sell.
Entrepreneurs obviously knew their market. There was personal delivery of water, as well as the walk up take out service of a full bar of alcohol for sale on the roof of a pickup truck.
Sophia, 8, saw her first second line while Henry, also 8, watched his 101st second line. And as the white horses pulled the casket to the cemetery, the generation that experienced the musical talent of Treme' firsthand reminisced.
'They all in Gods Heaven playing their music. They enjoying each other now. Just about everybody's gone. I met Etta James. I met James Brown. I met Ray Charles,' said Hazel Washington, who is the widow of one of the members of The Ink Spots.
Said one person who laid a hand on the casket, 'Until we meet again. Until we meet again.'
Lionel Batiste was buried in Gentilly at Mount Olivet Cemetery.