Well, this was a return trip to the streets, this time, destination Bourbon
Street, after midnight. Of course, this is a family site, so I've applied
DuckOut (a Frank version of white-out) to the naughty bits when women
were, er, working, for beads. (So moms and dads, before you get outraged,
keep in mind that we're actually hiding even the bits they'd see on cable
TV, or in a PG-13 movie... just a consideration, eh?)
The aftermath of the parade from earlier
tonight, along Canal Street.
And the real victims are the plastic beads who just want to be loved.
This unknown girl was easily the most stunning girl here tonight.
And the game: Some are on the ground flashing or hoping
to be flashed; others are on the balconies, pretty much hoping for
the same thing. Beads are the medium of exchange all around.
Occasionally, someone got in the way, but when they
didn't, well... that's the rest of the pictures...
