It was 41 degrees, it was early, but New Orleans was determined to party. Men in pink suits start things off.
But they were just the opening acts.
In good time the floats arrived.
There were at least 2 parades after the Zulu Parade. But I had been out in the cold for over six hours. Time to bail. I had gotten my money’s worth of my grandstand seat.
Wreckage of tommorow. The Crescent, my train, left 4 hours late today and is now 7 hours behind schedule. It looks like it’s been cancelled. Well, that’s one for tomorrow.
In conclusion – for me Mardi gras was worth the trip. Must get packed up again.