Today is Mardi Gras. Really! Mardi Gras was not last Tuesday, as in my erroneous post, which I quickly removed, but which stays in Google Reader probably forever. Tomorrow is really, really Ash Wednesday, and you will all need to get really, really serious about repentance of your wicked ways. But for one last day, you may revel in your naughtiness.
The pictures are from the Cleophas parade this past Sunday.
"Who Dat?" of course! - in honor of the New Orleans Saints football team. The National Football League has copyrighted the phrase, "Who Dat?" - as though they could.
Who dat wit' de umbrella? Dat's the rector's wife, dat's who. An' dat's her perch on de telephone box, an' nobody dare to steal her perch.
"We So Broke It's Whatever", to which a good many folks in the country can relate.
Over the hill and deep into the valley on the other side for me.
Thomas the Train, a really cute float. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Grandpère and the middle generation, my son and daughter-in-law.
The elder generation, who stay at home on Mardi Gras, but not on the Sunday before. It's raining here today. I hope it's not raining in New Orleans and in the other cities which have parades.
An' dat's dat, as dey say.
