This Weekend is What I Call The First Wekend of Mardi Gras...

That may not be the right thing to call it. It is the weekend before the weekend that leads up to Fat Tuesday and it always has seemed like the best weekend for Mardi Gras fun. Something about it makes it just right for slipping into town like a Rocket 88 on a fog slicked highway. Maybe it's because there are still restaurants serving up some eats as opposed to Fat Tuesday when service of drinks takes a priority and the alleys of the French Quarter are not yet so slippery with the urine of drunken college boys. 


This photo, an old one shows Morgan and Mary taking part in a French Quarter Jackson Square magic show. Maybe made at Mardi Gras, looks like cold weather time for sure as Mary passes a hula hoop around Morgan  while he floats in the air. Don't ask me how it's done. 


Back to that first weekend, parades have been going on since January. I know this because you can look up anything on the internet. You can even look at the parade route and even though the beads have long been thrown from the floats I know they pass right through the Marginey and Bywater neighborhood I have come to favor when I stay in New Orleans.   Maybe next year I'll try a visit on the real first weekend.