Today is Mardi Gras, or as we say in America, Fat Tuesday. I was hoping for a parade in Paris this afternoon, but no such luck. (There are, however, some real New Orleans’ jazz musicians gracing a couple of jazz clubs around town tonight.)
As nothing grand is going on in my neighborhood, shall we just imagine we are celebrating the end of the Carnival season on the dazzling French Riviera, say Nice for example?
I had dinner with some American expats the other night who usually head down south at this time of the year, but this year are staying put à Paris. But from what they tell me, Nice is every bit as nice as New Orleans, with a glitzy parade, frivolous floats, glittery costumes, street performers, concerts, and apparently gorgeous women engrossed in a “battle of the flowers”, seeing who can toss the most flowers to the thousands of parade goers.
Now, that’s the kind of battle I’d like to be part of.