The sun came out and we opened all the windows. Music poured out onto the veranda where we ate greens and smothered chicken, and then walked down to the parade.
Night parades are magical. Torches gleam, horses prance, and masked riders float just below the tree branches. Plumes quiver on the high hats of the brass bands, marching in unison, swinging their batons. Bright trinkets fly among tubas, tambourines, cowbells.
Happy Mardi Gras! My youngest brother is home. I wish everyone could be.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
Yum! and Yeah!!
Happy Mardi Gras!