So after the Indians forced me to go outside, I figured I might as well go wandering a bit and see what Mardi Gras had going on Frenchmen Street and in the Quarter. Just for a bit. Because I was sick and resting.
The crowd seemed a little heavier since the last time I was at Lafitte's Blacksmith shop back when Displaced Louisiana Guy came to town. (That was September. So long ago. Get back here, fella...and bring your dad!)