It’s sparse but very groovin’ here at Orange Court right now. The rain has stopped and Haitian chanteuse Emeline Michel is serenading an appreciative audience in sultry French with a conga drum rhythm and a guy on like a 25 string bass.

She moves from ultra silky from the heart odes to up eat Haitian dance rhythms with ease. Long red dress and cornrows and hips all over the place. The crowd is making deep mud pits in the area in front of the stage from dancing and clapping. I’ve got a big smile on my face. I don’t think it’s as big as the beautiful Emeline’s right now.