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| My little front door. |
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| at the Bal d'Amour on Valentines day |
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| chalkboard at a parade route restaurant |
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| a guillotine marching group at the Krewe of Nyx |
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| Shrimp and Grits float parked in front of us for what seemed like hours in the freezing cold |
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| Cute king on the telephone pole in Riverbend |
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| Still life with my costume. |
So it's a miserable freezing rainy day here this Mardi Gras. Damn you, global warming! Despite a valiant attempt on my part to get to Mr. Peenee in his posh underground lair in the French Quarter, I failed. ahem The parking gods were not with me. I'm not sure I'd have been able to get through his phalanx of houseboys, anyway.....but I was hoping to try. My white stockings were soaked in the attempt. I looked like a drowned ostrich. Alas.
But there's always next year, right? Meanwhile, Happy Mardi Gras y'all!
