New Orleans Day Trip (part 2)

New Orleans Day Trip (part 2)

After we finished our beignets at Café du Monde, we struck off down the street for the French Market. The oldest public market in the U.S. (something like 1790), it’s a fun few blocks where you can buy designer knock-offs, fake human skulls, and genuine alligator heads.

                         That’s me in jeans walking under the arch with two of my crew.

Along the way, we passed some of those flavorful people I mentioned earlier.

We saw wooden people.

We saw white people.

We saw peachy colored people. (She was real, not wooden or plastic. Maybe a little chiffonny. Wanted a dollar for her picture. I told her, “I got nothing but my debit.” She said she was a dancer collecting for a charity and let me take her picture if I’d tell you that. I believe her. Consider yourself told.)

We saw black and white people.

                                                             The Pretty Shoulder belongs to one of my crew.

We saw yellow people. That’s Pretty Shoulders talking to him. And yes, it’s not focused well. My bad.

We saw singing people.

We saw marching people.

Evidently, a parade, no matter how small, trumps a street band.

The police stopped traffic —and the singing— for this parade.

We saw marching people stop marching and start dancing.

A parade of — One. Small. High school marching band.

And then, it was over. Except for the random people who joined the parade.

We saw gold people.

And one live mannequin.

Until next time. Be sweet.