Gay Easter Parade in New Orleans, Louisiana
On miracles.
I caught a fistful of beads—with my left hand, no less—before they flew past and hit someone else in the face.
Somehow, the girl balanced precariously atop a garbage can on the corner never fell. The kids on the curb in front of us tucked their legs in close to let each carriage wheel pass just beyond their toes. When the parade ended, we followed the line for a few blocks before turning off the route, the road littered with cracked, colorful plastic eggs and confetti.
Editor's note: Hey, what the hell! I planned to send an archive post from vacation last week, and just noticed it did not go out? Grrr, buttondown!
Sorry for the unexpected radio silence. I meant to tell you all about Hansen's Sno-Bliz again, one of my favorite places on earth, which I was extremely pleased to visit (twice) last week.