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Heading To New Orleans

We are heading to New Orleans she says The Parade is exactly what we need for Dez. Dez is a cousin who has style and flair His enthusiastic exuberance hangs in the air No one can control him our grandma warns No one has to, this crowd will all swarm. The parade is filled with costumes of all kinds. Created from the imagination of brilliant minds. Oranges, greens, silvers, golds, swirl and dance. The crowd is cheering and chanting, a united prance. Food smells of garlic, cloves, and cinnamon too Wafting over the heads of this maniacal zoo. Laughter and gaiety are afoot on the scene. The wildest crowd most of us have ever seen. Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday take a back seat. Mardi Gras Parades simply cannot be beat!

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Date: 3/5/2022 9:16:00 AM
According to an online dictionary "Mardi Gras quite literally means Fat Tuesday in French"
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Date: 3/5/2022 8:48:00 AM
Marvelous, Caren. I've always wanted to experience Mardi Gras, but never have. I've been to Bourbon Street, but not the right time of the year. Doesn't Mardi Gras mean "Fat Tuesday" in French? Just wonderin'.
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