Les mardi gras s’en viennent…

…de tout partout; les Mardi Gras s’en viennent, principalement de Grand Mamou. The Mardi Gras riders are on their way.

I am spending this Mardi Gras looking for my cat. But when I lived in New Orleans what I liked about the season were the random events. A tambourine in the distance and then across the flagstones, Indians coming! Indians would dance on the street outside my back door.

I heard a great noise just now and looked out. There was an entire flatbed truck filled with Mardi Gras pranksters just in from the country, riding right down my street.

Axé.


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