Sounds of Port-au-Prince

I'm standing on the balcony of the hotel, overloking the city of Port-au-Prince. Its isn't the most beautiful city you've ever seen; in fact, it might be the least beautiful.
But it isn't what I'm seeing right now that strikes me, but its what I'm hearing. Loud, festive, reggae music accompanied by hand claps and cheers dominates the valley below me.
I don't know if they are celebrating or not, but, in spite of where they live and what they've lived through, the music that they are living to is still celebratory.