It was always going to be hard to follow last year's tenth anniversary headliners, Herbie Hancock and Ornette Coleman, but there's more to a festival than the highest peaks, and this one had its fair share of summits.
Two of them featured bands that linked this country and the States, and one boasted an age range that exceeded 50 years.
The Julian Siegel Trio had the young British saxophonist playing with older Americans Joey Baron on drums and Greg Cohen on bass.
While these transatlantic/generational collaborations have always been interesting, they are not always wholly satisfying.
This was the best yet to my ears, with Siegel not only matching the stature of the great Americans, but the trio showing a cohesion and pleasure in playing together that must surely result in some repeat gigs and a recording.
The alto saxophonist Lee Konitz is a remarkable man. He has been playing solidly for the last 60 years, and in all that time has never looked back, never rested on his laurels, never flagged in his determination to keep the music fresh. Only the tunes he plays stay the same: All The Things You Are, Body And Soul and the rest.
He stretched these standards and his musicians, who included the 25-year-old pianist Gwilym Simcock, in a set played without amplification, the audience stretching too to catch every subtle nuance, every oblique musical reference. No frills here, music as pure as you can get.
For the rest, the David Binney Band showed what New York is listening to these days. While this is a band of equals, the exceptional exuberance of drummer Dan Weiss does threaten to overwhelm the proceedings at times, and a lengthy tabla interlude was inexplicable.
Clare Teal, Ian Shaw and the BBC Concert Orchestra brought in the predicable sports jacket and smart frock set to the Town Hall, while The Herbaliser's crowd was equally consistent. What was striking was the multi-generational audience at the World Saxophone Quartet tribute to the music of Jimi Hendrix - teenage saxophonists as well as their parents.
Dianne Reeves may not have been quite such a draw card as Cassandra Wilson a couple of years back, but she managed to turn the cavernous Town Hall into the most intimate of venues with just two guitarists alongside her. She sang jazz standards, Motown and McCoy Tyner with equal aplomb. One of the love-liest voices in jazz today.