While walking through the streets of the French Quarter one afternoon, we stumbled across a parade taking place down Bourbon Street…
This was no ordinary parade, but reminded me of a similar one that I had witnessed in Amsterdam in 2010.
While I stood slightly dismayed at the scenes that unfolded before me, Patricia whooped and yelled encouragement to the various groups and clubs that came out to show their colours…
The ploughs had been put away for the day…
The Mad Hatter was in town…
…and he wasn’t alone…!!
I’m guessing it has nothing to do with their musical talents…
Not the Metalworkers Union…
Neptune must be smiling to himself…
Maxi’s are clearly no longer in style.
These ladies in pink drew appreciative whistles…even from Patricia !!
Even the traffic officers are jazzed up in N’awlins…
This Model T struggled in the heat as much as it’s occupants did…
One of Bourbon Streets more powerful cocktails, the Hand Grenade.
Triker chicks…
“Honey, can I get a pink one too…!!”
The New Radicals…??
No shortage of humour in their message.
Cornered by the Pink Ladies…
Our visit to New Orleans had been longer than intended, and although I spent much of my time either fretting about the bike or trying to bring my blog up to date, I still managed to see a whole lot more than I would have, had I been alone in the city.
I am hoping that my next visit to New Orleans is more about having fun, than being “stressed out” half the time !!
Looks like a gay time was had by all. Sometimes that crazy wife of yours worries me a bit 😉
At least now we know what you were daydreaming about in Oklahoma. Hopefully Big Fella was the only one hit in the rear. 🙂