A Mardi Gras Prosody: "The Night that Precedes Chaos"

6.2.10

A Mardi Gras Prosody: "The Night that Precedes Chaos"

I only had a twenty. Bought a coffee at Camellia grill. Got some change. Holla. Were the elections today?

A still photograph of a full cup of black coffee (with a torn sweet and low on the saucer)

Getting on a streetcar can only bring one as far as Napoleon avenue; every Carnival goer without a car knows that!

Man takes a ride on the New Orleans Streetcar (interior)

Here we go. The only information I don't have is the route. Saint Charles is blocked. We get off the streetcar. We're taking Freret street.

We are on La Salle/Simon Bolivar now, to Jackson avenue, to turn on Oretha Castle Haley Blvd.

A view in front of a Saint Charles Avenue Mansion Lit Up at Night (exterior)

I think we're on Loyola. Will be at Canal in no time. A handsome time to let loose. Now all I have to do is find Taryn.

Faye Maurin enjoys a candid shot at a local restaurant in New Orleans on New Years Day

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Greig Roselli

I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.