It’s festival time. So this post could be titled, “Why we’re still never getting anything done around here part three”. We continued the celebrating on Saturday with the Freret Street Festival. What a gorgeous day to be out on our bikes. We didn’t arrive until late afternoon, right in time for Big Sam’s Funky Nation. I wish I had gotten better photos, or some decent video – but really it’s impossible to get the vibe unless you’re there. Funky, it was. If you can listen to music like that and not move, there’s something wrong with you.
Freret Street Festival has really grown – it’s blocks and blocks long, with crafts, music, food and tons of people watching. This year the Big Easy Rollergirls did a little sample bout in the parking lot of the Junior League Thrift Shop (where I purchase 90% of my clothes btw) – that was cool!
We had crawfish pasta and fried shrimp wrapped in bacon (YUM!) and rum cake and Abita beer, and we wandered from stage to stage, people watching and catching the street parades. Everyone was out – there was quite a crowd! You’ll see people in costume in the pics – I think the Pussyfooters must have done a little parade, along with the parade we caught – I don’t know who they were. But the pictures will show you – you really can wear whatever you want in New Orleans anytime and no one bats an eyelash.
This morning I slept in a little and then had an impromptu visit with a dear friend who stopped by with pastries from La Boulangerie – yay – my favorite! We sat out on the back porch and visited.
I love that I have time now for things like sleeping in a little and spontaneous pastries on the back porch. A bit of yoga. And maybe a little nap. Some writing. Some staring. And time to spare to get some work done too! And to clean the bathroom – yes, it needed it. This pace suits me so much better.