We started our weekend getting our palms read by Otis. Otis was a very smart man. He knew we were all talented, creative, and loving. I have to admit, though, he was pretty uncanny on some of his readings.
With the help of one of my husband’s many family members in town, we were able to get a great rate for a small block of rooms at the Maison Dupuy.
We ate breakfast here every morning:
Where else but in New Orleans could you buy hot dogs with the choice of eight hot sauces?
With Mardi Gras over three months away, there are still lots of beads:
Now multiply this by a ten thousand and you will come close to understanding how crazy it must have there been today.