Not the usual brass band.

Bands, bands, and more bands.

You know me. That’s what I like. The floats seems almost secondary although tonight I’m going float hunting. Speaking of floats…

Here’s yesterday’s hits.

Two floaters fell off of the Krewe of Thoth’s floats. They were injured but stable. Two parade watchers fell off of a second story balcony. They are injured but stable. A dump truck caught on fire after the clean up crew (not to be confused with krewe) picked up a trash heap in which some parade attendee tossed his hot BBQ coals. A tree caught on fire.

The best bit of video that I saw was on the parade route. The Krewe of Chaos had to return to their barn via St. Charles Avenue. While they were headed upriver, The Krewe of Bacchus was rolling downriver on their parade route also along St. Charles Avenue. The Bacchus members tossed Chaos members beads over the neutral zone. (the median)

The pictures. Bands. Bands doing all sorts of stuff. That’s me.

I’ve lost my desire to photograph the rest of Mardi Gras. I missed the Krewe of Red Beans, somewhat intentionally. I will go to the last two nighttime parades because I want to make compressed pictures of floats coming at me.

For sure, I’ll do a little chasing around on Mardi Gras Day. Zulus. The Krewe of St. Anne. And, Mardi Gras Indians better be on the look out. While I’m at it I’ll pass by Bourbon Street and the drunk people there.

Happy Mardi Gras, y’all.

Walking to the start of the parade.