The intersection near Mimi's bar in the Marigny neighborhood of New Orleans is always a scene on Mardi Gras morning, as costumers coalesce before heading off to the French Quarter. As always, the 2017 collection of hand-made costumes was one of the world's great ad hoc collages, a collective artistic masterpiece.
Political statements were certainly present in the mix - battered Statues of Liberty, Trump maskers, and sinister Russians -- but not nearly as much as we might have expected. The tone of the 2017 costuming seemed to have more to do with personal expression; escapism, even. Did Mardi Gras represent an emotional respite this year?
When does it not?
We never found the ever-splendid Society of St. Anne parade, though photographer David Grunfeld captured a collection of wonderful photos. We'd staked out the venerable procession on Burgundy Street in the upper Marigny, but had to run off to the Bourbon Street Awards before the glorious ramble arrived. However, we did encounter The Krewe of Cosmic Debris, The Krewe of Clouet, The Society of St. Cecile, and the Krewe of Full-Grown Men (or something like that) in our travels. Which indicated that next year maybe we should try to make a list of all the Fat Tuesday clubs that ply the Marigny and Vieux Carre.