It seems to have become a Mardi Gras Endymion Parade tradition with me...trying to find the Clydesdales and where they are going to be lining up to lead the parade.
Maybe I should substitute "obsession" for "tradition!" Yesterday was no different. But I must confess, this was as close as I got to the Clydesdales...watching the empty tractor trailor trucks drive by when I was entering City Park on my bike.
It was a beautiful day, so I kept moving and trying. I saw my all time favorite float girl, NOT moving for a change. I talked to at least 5 different sets of law enforcement personnel and a couple of parade goers to see if anyone could help.
First, I was told they were down by the overpass. Then I was told they were at City Park and Marconi.
I'd run in to Barbara (couldn't do that in a million years if we tried) and we walked together for a while to look for them. A parade goer told us they'd already passed, which seemed strange since it wasn't even time for it to start, but he swore it was true.
At that point, I told Barbara that I was going to head on home. I did stop at Carrollton and Orleans to ask another gentleman. As I expected, no...they hadn't passed AND the parade hadn't started. We giggled together. He said maybe the guy had mistaken the police horses for the Clydesdales...now, that would be remarkable.
I'd already surrendered and decided to head on home. I'd have to try to find "Tim" another time. Riding my bike down Orleans from Carrollton toward the Bayou; people were driving like bats out of hell, with nowhere to go. Most streets were blockaded off, but people were fast, careless and rude in their driving. I didn't know until this morning, that a drunk driver coming down the open side of Carrollton during the parade had run into the crowd.
Last night, going home was a really good idea.
Not only was I bummed NOT to find the Clydesdales last night, but I was even more bummed once I realized that the memory card for my camera was sitting home in the computer! These are all shots from last year, that I treated with a very dreamy quality...since the Clydesdales felt just that ethereal and illusive last night.
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