At the street theatre festival this weekend in Salon-de-Provence I came across this cycling band of old-style jazz musicians. The narrative – such as it is – is in the captions. Come wail with me (Norah Jones, eat your heart out) Could this be one of the New Orleans funeral processions? There's certainly pathos… With everyone joining in The loneliness of the long-distance trombone player The emotion has got to them Some people can't take it any more Bloody paparazzi - no sympathy whatsoever The ensemble A dirge? Surely not The cortège With veterans showing their mobile respect Chin up! You could be the guy with the tuba Decorum is everything. If you lose your hat, there's usually someone who will help you out… She's reading the in memoriam to the others Must have been a very respected person - the whole town is following… But thank goodness you can see the bright side of things.