From Mardi Gras to Mexico: the journey continues


Sunday costume – je suis un ananas!

I write from Austin, Texas. One week ago I arrived in New Orleans for Mardi Gras; two days ago I picked up my friends Jane and Ben and drove with them to Austin. Tomorrow we cross the Mexican border. The first leg of my journey is over, and from here on out I won’t be enveloped in the hospitality of old friends; I’ll be ‘hablo-un-poco’-ing my way into the lives of people I haven’t even met yet. I can’t imagine what awaits.

Mardi Gras was a dream, and I wish I’d had more time to spend in New Orleans. There are a few cities I’ve visited on this trip where I’ve felt like Yes, I could stop right now, park the car and just start living here. New Orleans was one of them. Unfortunately, it’s going to drown in a few decades – along with Miami – and I can’t decide if it’s brave or idiotic, romantic or head-in-the-sand, beautifully rebellious or blindly defeatist, to throw your chips in with a doomed paradise. Where were YOU the night the world changed forever? There is no such single night, really, and so every night along the road feels a bit like that. We’re poised on the edge of a precarious future, slipping further into it all the time.

Below, too many (and yet not nearly enough) Mardi Gras photos. Next missives from Mexico!


Jakob on the way to Eris


Eris winds its chaotic way through the streets towards the river


The first of many, many, many marching bands I would see


Beautiful faces in the crowd at Eris


The jester, Eris


Jakob on the railroad tracks as I walk on the wall beside them


A moment of affection on the riverbank as the parade reaches its final destination


The choir sings to close out the Eris parade


Bacchus, where John C. Reilly threw me some Mardi Gras beads. 


Bright lights and confetti at Bacchus


LOUP GAROU, the canoe parade! Hands-down my favourite parade.


Waterborne revellers


The cacophony of being underneath a very low bridge with a very loud marching band and dozens of people hollering and banging their paddles


Society of St. Anne’s parade, Mardi Gras day.


More from the Society of St. Anne’s, Mardi Gras day.



One thought on “From Mardi Gras to Mexico: the journey continues

  1. Jenn, funny coincidence — you inadvertantly caught a picture of one of Mighty Quapaw apprentices in the Loup Garou parade — “Wolfie” he’s the guy in the front of the canoe (left handside, not holding beer) in your picture “Waterborne Revellers.” Did y’all talk? Many blessings! Que te vayas con rios!

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