The French Quarter of New Orleans is cultural alive with street music, galleries and beautiful architect.
But its Mardi Gras (carnival) and all the beauty disappears quick and makes place for some cheap entertainment. Not being a fan of crowds I dazzle in and out the festival to get at least a taste of it.But before we hit town we drink in at the local Abita brewery (we take the 12:00 tour, so not to bad). And then we can handle the insanity downtown.
Its not hard to catch a parade, with 33 parades scheduled in 16 days, and to be bombarded with beads.
Would the town go wild already, this year it goes insane. But it has one big advantages. Instead of showing your boobs, you can just shout: "Who dat!" and the beads come down from the balconies. Because the whole towns knows: Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints? This year its nobody, the Superbowl (American football) was for the Saints and the town celebrates that big time!!! 
Dag,
Iris (New Orleans, 32783 miles)
