Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate. When I went down to Mickey Markey Park around 1:00 pm, it was sprinkling. It was that kind of half-rain, where you're not really sure it's worth opening your umbrella or not. I had Jack with me - he chose the moment before entering the festival to perform his magnum opus - the Prime Directive of every dog-walk. He took a giant shit just by the entrance to the park. Fortunately, I have my stash of dog-poo bags, and I picked it up like a good citizen.
There was a band playing onstage, a morose soundman under a dripping canopy. There were food booths, selling mirliton curry, mirliton gumbo, mirliton tamales - you get it. There were booths for New Orleans Rum and for Abita Beer.
We took a tour of the park - several festival-goers admired Jack - and then headed back home, to warmth and coziness.
The rain increased into evening. Now it was seriously pouring down, in sheets. Although it's only a few blocks, we took the car to Vaughan's Lounge for an evening cocktail. One drink into it, the place was suddenly over-run by a group of crazy women in costume.
It just goes to show - you better keep yourself receptive, because you never know what you're going to encounter in this city.
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I haven't had a chayote in a while... I think I may have to buy some. I like the fact that the seeds are edible as well as the flesh of the fruit.
"a group focused on empowering women".
And at the first sign of rain the head indoors!
Ah, David, you gotta understand New Orleans - most groups here are empowered by drinks! That's the prime directive. naomi
Ah, Naomi, as always I have under-estimated the sound good sense of the ladies - God bless 'em!
We had a gentleman in the bookstore looking for mirliton/chayote recipes. He apparently did not have access to google.
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