We arrived on Halloween, and little did I know that
Halloween in New Orleans is almost as bonkers as Mardi Gras, minus a million
extra people. Within the first hour of arriving at our hotel near Jackson
Square, we were at Café du Monde, taking in not only beignets, but the
ridiculous looking pedestrians around us. We were trying to decide what was
Halloween attire and what people would normally wear every day - we commented
that the next day would be when we would find out.
As we sat with powdered sugar on our faces, we noticed not
one, not two, not three, but Waldo after Waldo walking past the café. What is
going on!? Never has Waldo been so easy to find! After we finished eating, we walked down the
block, and there before us was the biggest group of Waldos I have ever seen. Waldo
family reunion?
After our snack, we changed into our costumes for the big
night. We were nothing but flappers, the perfect 1920’s accessory to a city
known for jazz and liquor. People might have even thought we were a street act,
as they came and took pictures of us; one woman even asked to be in a picture
with us to send to her mother! While we waited for our dinner reservation, we
sat in a garden, listening to jazz and drinking fancy drinks. It was the
epitome of what we were after.
After our delicious dinner of locally caught fish, we exited
the restaurant to see that the Bourbon Street Halloween parade was in full
force. What else were we to do but join in! Two flappers proceeded to march and
dance their way down Bourbon Street amidst boozing, beads, and crazy costumes.
It was a night to remember.
