I ventured down south to New Orleans for a few days last week hoping to escape choking on my own air in Salt Lake City and get some warm weather in. The air was fine, but thanks to that Jonas fellow wreaking havoc on the east coast, a cold front blasted through NOLA the first couple of days I was there, and I was very glad I had my Utah gear handy to combat it. The cold weather also left the typically bustling streets of the French Quarter deserted, which was a pretty strange sight. Eventually the people emerged from their shelters once the temperatures warmed up for more day drinking and busker listening. Being the very beginning of Mardi Gras, the crowds weren’t too rowdy and the parades were just getting started, but I will definitely need to make future plans to come experience the madness of full-on Fat Tuesday.
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