When most tourists think of New Orleans, they think of the French Quarter, the oldest part of the city. Full of bars, strip clubs, souvenir stores, and old-line Creole restaurants, the place is a magnet for bachelorette parties, spring-break frat boys, gay pride gatherings and vampire enthusiasts. With a liberal attitude toward public drinking, honky tonk music, and taking things to excess, the place is a people-watching Nirvana on a regular day. During Carnival season you can double that.
|My trusty steed, Bluebell|
It turned out to be a short parade - one band and maybe fifty marchers. But that doesn't mean it didn't make an impression. Boobs were on display here, as you might expect.
|Tossing doubloons to the populace below|
|The bankers march!|
Shortly after that, another blue-flashing police scooter stopped traffic on Toulouse Street, and a phalanx of partiers marched down Royal Street. It was the Fat Bankers' Social Aid and Pleasure Club! Marching in their three piece suits and doling out beads as largess, it was the whitest parade on record!
Fast behind them, another Krewe, the Crescent City Dames, came by. The Dames all wore corselets that were made from Mardi-Gras beads.