Carnival is upon us again, and even though I was feeling a bit under the weather, I wasn’t about to miss my last first-parade-of-the-season as a resident of New Orleans. I hopped on my bike and headed downtown without a sweater or anything, because I swear it’s already summertime. The traffic was crazy once I crossed Canal as folks gathered for Krewe du Vieux. Listen, people. Don’t drive to the Quarter when it’s parade time. Just don’t do it. You can park along the streetcar line and ride in, or, oh, I don’t know, ride a bicycle? Seriously, my enjoyment of Mardi Gras went up exponentially once I got a bike. I don’t have to worry about parking, I don’t get caught in the traffic trying to leave, and that’s ignoring the important extra bonus: I can watch a parade and then ride to the end of it and watch it again. Tonight I left my bike at S.’s place and we walked the parade route. On our way back we noticed this sharp parking job. Nobody’s getting out of this line of cars. Of course, the party will go on all night, so perhaps they don’t need to go anywhere else. Me, I headed home early, flying Uptown on the smooth Baronne asphalt, feeling the cool spring air on bare arms. Bring it, Mardi Gras.
Parking looks like NYC! Have a terrific Mardi Gras! I love every one of your posts. Five years yesterday for me!
Happy 5 years, Nancy! That’s awesome. I’ve got mine next month, and I’m proud and pleased as punch.
Did you really mean this? “I hopped on my bike and headed downtown without a sweater or “anything,”
If I knew that to be true I would have left the cold of Boston just to cheer you on ;- )
Oh yes it’s true, Bob! I am certainly digging this weather, for sure.
Yep, I tried to drive down there because one of the people I was with has been having back trouble and couldn’t handle even a long walk. I got a couple of blocks into the Quarter and bailed. The only sane way to get downtown for these things is by bike!