I'm going to let the pictures speak for themselves. Mardi Gras weekend in New Orleans is basically five nights of mirthful marathon parading, both kid-friendly and R-rated. I, an introvert who covets her quiet, alone time, is now beholden to this wonderful city for an abundance of Mardi Gras tales and memories and really wouldn't change that for a billion strings of platinum and diamond beads.
In order of appearance. First, Krewe de Babylon:
Krewe of Muses:
Hermes:
Krewe d'Tat:
Krewe of Mid-City:
Zulu: