The French Quarter is a lovely sector of the city, much more so in the bright light of day when it's significanty less seedy than at night. Especially impressive are the intricate, flowered balconies in the residential part of the Quarter and the fortunetellers working their craft underneath the sharp spikes of St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square. I had lunch in the Quarter consisting of a fried oyster po' boy and a grasshopper at an outdoor cafe on Decatur Street.
After visiting the Quarter, we wandered along the rocky banks of the yawning Mississippi then quickly passed through the ornate downtown casino. Making our way down streets with names like Canal, Poydras, and Magazine, we eventually arrived at St. Charles where the parade was just beginning. Krewe of Tucks featured floats ranging from the Star Wars to the toilet-themed, linked by the throwing of toilet paper into the trees as well as the throwing of beads, cups, and sunglasses into the crowds lining the avenue.
On the morning of Fat Tuesday, I exhaustedly headed back to DC by way of the Louis Armstrong International Airport, but not before snapping a picture of letters posted in the back of my cab spelling out "No personal or political questions please."
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