It’s the motley musicians playing beneath weary stoops, and on random seats along the banks of the Mississippi; it’s the umpteen beignets and Po’ Boys; it’s the whirling, blurring throng of Mardi Gras; it’s the chaos and the hardship sitting alongside quiet introspection; and it’s the people…

It’s the motley musicians playing beneath weary stoops, and on random seats along the banks of the Mississippi; it’s the umpteen beignets and Po’ Boys; it’s the whirling, blurring throng of Mardi Gras; it’s the chaos and the hardship sitting alongside quiet introspection; and it’s the people…