Worrying about rain all day, I made sure that I took the bus downtown to have coffee with friends who were in from Lafayette. An only every hour bus on the weekends makes it more cumbersome, but there's nothing like timing the "17s" at Broad and Esplanade and then walking right off to one of the numerous oncoming red Canal Streetcars. I left the house at 8am and was waiting for Keith and Dave in the lobby of the Sheraton at 8:45!
Getting home was not timed as well. Canal Street is always the easy piece, but I had just missed the Jackson-Esplanade home on the "30s". I had a copy of the New Orleans Advocate to read and talked with my fellow bus stoppers. The time almost flew by.
I realized it was Downtown Super Sunday when I got off the bus. Police cars were everywhere and a bunch of people were asking questions.
Last year, Eric, Steward and I went to catch them at the beginning at Orleans Avenue and the Bayou.
Interestingly, I realized yesterday that the tribes and Indians are much fresher at the beginning of this trek.
Yesterday it was unseasonably hot (I say this all the time now-it's becoming the norm).
By the time the Indians got to Broad and Bayou Road/Columbus Street:
head-dresses were off; water bottles were out; rolling beer coolers were ready; a few feathers were sagging; and, an awful lot of people were looking pretty pooped to me.
While I often bemoan the lack of a view out my window here on Columbus Street; all I have to do is push the curtain back to the side window from my computer, and I know the Downtown Mardi Gras Indians have arrived.
Can you believe, I almost passed them up this year?
The photos are always fun.
I remember why I love New Orleans and often tease:
"People pay good money to come here and experience our City,
but I get to live here!"