Well, here we are. Mardi Gras, for all intents and purposes, is New Orleans. The parades, the beads, the coins, the crowds, the costumes, the bare breasts … ahem, that’s Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Many places celebrate Mardi Gras around the country – and of course they celebrate “Carnival” in other parts of the world.
My favorite Mardi Gras is the old-timey party they throw in Mamou, Louisiana, a small town in “northern” Cajun country (north of where Interstate 10 crosses the town of Crowley). They have the traditional Mardi Gras celebration, consisting of a big dance on the Monday before Ash Wednesday, then a “courir de Mardi Gras” the next day. That’s a sort-of procession where men (traditional) dress up in wild-ass costumes and ride horses (mostly) around to farms in the area, gathering food items for a big community gumbo that night.
My Uncle Harold (Champagne, from near St. Martinville)…
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