I had breakfast at home. I had smoked sausage on the street. I had a couple of random spicy crawfish offered to me by a stranger from a plastic bag. I had tacos al pastor for dinner.Today wasn't about food.
You might have guessed from the picture to the left what today was about.
Second line, second line, second line.
But it was completely accidental. I was supposed to go to a celebration of Dr. Martin Luther King, but I got waylaid and went on a tour of the Backstreet Cultural Museum instead. Robert gave me the tour while I was waiting for church to let out and the celebration to begin. The museum was amazing, but what came next was better. He let me in on a little more of the second line tradition... I was completely out to lunch. Thing is, there are 48 social aid and pleasure clubs that each hold a parade one Sunday out of the year. Robert hooked me up with today's, which was held by the Undefeated Ladies and Gents. And it was amazing. I walked/danced with them from about 12:30 to 4:30, so tonight I'm going to stay in and take it easy.
I leave this with you (not to rub it in or anything):
1 comment:
It's a party in New Orleans! You're at the centre of the party. Am I surprised? Nah. Not one bit.
love reading your posts. Keep them coming, poulet.
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