Back in New Orleans, it took two trips before we got ourselves to Cafe du Monde. Actually, we attempted the experience twice but the first time involved a taxi ride in which we left our camera and we were so distraught that we just walked back to the hotel rather than sitting down to enjoy the cafe's world renowned beignets. We never recovered the camera but as time went by we got over it.
The beignets were good. I found them tricky to eat for there's so much powdered sugar on them that one risks death if taking a bite while breathing in and an exhale will cover your clothing with white powder. It's obvious what Mr. Bob thinks of chicory coffee.
I loved learning to say "Laissez les bon temp rouler" and to this day, when I do so with a nasal twang, it usually makes Mr. Bob laugh. "Let the good times roll" is my motto.
Mardi Gras is celebrated here at the Manor with a special meal and music. Last year Harvey and Sheila took part.
That was the day I lost a crown eating catfish. Funny how you remember that sort of thing.
There'll be plenty of beads for everyone and the good times will roll, if only for an hour or two. And then Mr. Bob will conk out, completely exhausted by so much revelry.
Laissez les bon temps rouler!!!