Archive for the ‘Sights’ Category

Samedi Gras and Ash Wednesday

by on Monday, February 26th, 2018

Determined to test the truth of William Blake’s proverb “The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom,” a bacchanalian throng of New Toulouse citizens and visitors ate, drank, and reveled their way through the Carnival season, which culminated in the annual Samedi Gras Parade on Saturday, February 10. Masked men, flirtatiously fleshy women, and even a team of stately unicorns rolled through the streets, either leading or atop a series of intricately wrought floats, all of which stood out as pristine works of art. A further delight was the surprise appearance of Ms. Maggie Hawksby as Queen of Carnival, a revelation which warmed the memories of even the most inebriated Taloosters. Ms. Hawksby reigned with elegance over Carnival just a short two years ago, and her presence served as a poignant reminder of our fair city’s storied history and deep tradition.

Queen of Carnival Maggie Hawksby (photo by Andrea Jones)


Samedi Gras Parade (photo by Joss Floss)


Masked man (photo by Andrea Jones)


Masked dancers (photo by Andrea Jones)


While eager onlookers were treated to a multitude of different “throws” from the float riders, the prize catch of the season was the Krewe of Wulfenbach’s engraved silver beer stein. Though there were reports of at least two unaware onlookers requiring a set of stitches to repair gashes resulting from stray steins, those with quick reflexes and sticky mitts came away with a keepsake both lovely and useful.

Dancing fool (photo by Andrea Jones)


Reveler with Wulfenbach stein (photo by Andrea Jones)


Having arrived at the end of the road of excess, the more pious among us marked the beginning of the Lenten season by attending the Ash Wednesday liturgy at the recently renamed Our Lady of Wisdom chapel. Visiting archbishop Aloysius Nolasco presided over the solemn service, marking the foreheads of each penitent with ashes, a reminder that our lives, like our revels, are impermanent.

Our Lady of Wisdom (photo by Lepanto)


Ash Wednesday crowd (photo by Shannon Spoonhunter)


Ash Wednesday service (photo by Lepanto)


Performing the liturgy (photo by Lepanto)


With Carnival officially closed, one jelly-legged and red-eyed penitent paused while leaving the chapel and remarked, “Holy and profane, sordid and sacred … that’s New Toulouse. That’s the rhythm of our lives.” He then tipped his hat, bid me adieu, and shuffled off bayou way, singing out to the stars, “Dum vivimus vivamus” (“While we live, let us live”).


Diogenes Teufelsdröckh resides in New Toulouse Bayou, where he drinks bourbon, wrestles mudbugs, and ponders the Mysteries.

Tinies kick up their heels for a good cause

by on Tuesday, June 13th, 2017


If you heard the patter of Tiny feet in New Toulouse on Saturday, you weren’t imagining it. The Tiny Social Aid and Pleasure Club held the seventh New Toulouse Tiny Dance in aid of Relay for Life. Those critters raised a staggering L$15,050 in the fight against cancer, and they had a great time doing it.

Mayor Henri Godenot and Miss RMarie Beedit were unable to attend but sent apologies together with generous donations. Among the Tinies present were Miss Eilidh McCullough, who started the ACTS team Tiny Dance tradition, team captain Olde Eldemar, who looked most dashing as a cavalier, and his co-captain and wife, Cassie Eldemar.

The DJ was once again Manfred “Owlbear” Hancroft with his “totally legit” tunes.

Our photographer was there capturing the scene as the cream of Tiny society strutted its stuff.


Frances Lava is a Biggie and intends to stay that way. She lives in Gloryville overlooking her family tomb.

Hungry women besiege New York city hall

by on Wednesday, April 5th, 2017

Scene at New York city hall showing the food rioters, nearly all women, mounting the steps in their effort to see Mayor Mitchel. The first of the police reserves have arrived and are stopping the first rush. Thousands of women from the East side and other sections of the city opened a crusade against the high cost of living and started by raiding push-cart peddlers who had raised their prices. They then marched in a disorderly body to the city hall to enlist the mayor’s aid in their fight against the rising cost of necessities.

Samedi Gras ends, unhappy resident to depart

by on Tuesday, February 28th, 2017

[Here’s an anonymous letter along with some parade photographs taken by our own Miss Pie. Visit her gallery to see these pictures (and more) in their full glory.—Ed.]

Dear Sirs, or Madames, or Pirate Cats, or whatever you are—

I cannot express how angry I am at the recent displays of outrageous behavior in our City.

While the world is fighting the War to End all Wars, our city is playing in the streets.

Saturday, February 25, was the day of the Annual Samedi Gras Parade. People filled the streets of New Toulouse, carousing like wild beasts or hedonistic fools, and behaving in a generally unchristian fashion. Men were wearing masks, in direct contravention of the laws of this city, and women were wearing masks, and little else, while shaking their bodies in immodest ways.

There was the occasional well-dressed woman, it is true. Mrs. Rose Whitefalcon and Miss Francesca Alva were modestly dressed, but when the post-parade party started, Miss Alva was out there shaking like a wild woman just like everyone else. Miss Beedit was showing entirely too much shoulder. My husband and I grabbed our child, boarded the ferry, and took refuge in the Bayou, fully expecting divine retribution as in the biblical stories of old.

And to what do we owe these expressions of sinfulness? It is our own people’s fear of penance, people who cannot observe a few weeks of Lent without preparing for it by drinking, smoking, carousing, idolatry, the worship of pagan gods, and every other imaginable vice.

The displays of flesh were appalling. I estimate that the City should have earned several hundred in Parade Fees, and at least that much in nudity permits. I hereby call upon the administration of this den of iniquity to donate at least that much to the Gumbo Charity.

This type of behavior must not stand. We intend to leave this damp wicked place and live somewhere safe, clean, and dry, perhaps Las Vegas.

—Color Me Gone

The Curious Ghost

by on Sunday, October 30th, 2016

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On my ghost stroll today, I found signs of Halloween at several places in New Toulouse. Pazzo has some demonic-looking horses outside the stable, and Belle has cute creepy stuff—not to mention the Banana Gallery, which really has a celebration going. The fun fair is more fun then ever with a scarecrow, and at Ravenstask’s house there was a green ghost hovering over the pumpkins.

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Out in the swamp I didn’t see too many decorations, except at my Swamp Manor Inn, where some ghosts seem to have moved in. How do I do Halloween? I dance with the ghosts and the zombies all night long.

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The Ghost of Liza Veliz fell in love with New Toulouse at first sight. She publishes books by various authors; find them at her reading cafe on Shotgun Row. She also operates a tattoo parlor in Gloryville, at the corner of Royale and Rossignol.

The Curious Ghost

by on Saturday, May 14th, 2016

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One morning, from the balcony over my cafe at la Coquette, I spotted something new across the street. My curiosity became so strong that I had to take my coffee with me for a stroll. On Shotgun Row, we seem to have a sweet, slightly creepy toy museum.

Belina’s Little Toy Box Museum seemed totally invaded by mice when I peeked in. They live in the dollhouses and on the shelves. Adorable rag dolls are sitting around, watching them intensely. Outside in the garden, several happy little bunnies hopped around.
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I really love the garden here. To sit outside on the veranda, feeling the wind in your hair and watching the lovely tree’s leaves swaying reminds you that it’s a good day to be alive (or undead, depending on your preference).

Visiting the toy museum made me think of another place here in the city. In Gloryville, right across from the St. Louis Cemetery, there is a dime museum called Professor Inglewood’s Grand Observatorium. The sign outside says, “No children or unaccompanied women” and “Not for the faint of heart!”

Of course this means I can’t share any photographs from inside, but I’m fascinated by the preserved mermaid and all the other strange mummies here. On the walls you’ll find ghost photographs, drawings of dissected bodies, and other interesting stuff. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many skeletons and skulls in the same place. Indeed, it’s a nice place to go before bedtime to conjure those special cozy, scary dreams.


The Ghost of Liza Veliz fell in love with New Toulouse at first sight. She publishes books by various authors; find them at her reading cafe on Shotgun Row. She also operates a tattoo parlor in Gloryville, at the corner of Royale and Rossignol.

Sightings

by on Saturday, May 7th, 2016

Women stage a protest outside City Hall to demand the vote. Among the literature distributed was a tongue-in-cheek pamphlet entitled "Why We Oppose Votes For Men."

Women stage a protest outside City Hall to demand the vote. Among the literature distributed was a tongue-in-cheek pamphlet entitled “Why We Oppose Votes For Men.”

Sightings: Samedi Gras ’16

by on Saturday, February 6th, 2016

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Photo by Bedlamie Thunders. See more photos by Miss Thunders on page 6.

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Photo by Liza Veliz. See more photos by Miss Veliz on page 7.

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Photo by Jane Moreaux. See more photos by Miss Moreaux on page 8.

Sightings

by on Wednesday, February 3rd, 2016

The Krewe Bayou parade coming down Pontalba, January 30 (Photo credit: Henri Godenot).

The Krewe Bayou parade coming down Pontalba, January 30 (Photo by Henri Godenot).

Revelers dance to Hogman, Krewe des Zombies ball, Kari's Bar and Dance, January 30 (Photo credit: Henri Godenot).

Revelers dance to Hogman, Krewe des Zombies ball, Kari’s Bar and Dance, January 30 (Photo by Henri Godenot).

Attendees enjoy the music of local pianist Zachh Cale, Krewe of Bast ball, Spiegel Hall,   January 31 (Photo credit: Liza Veliz).

Attendees enjoy the music of pianist Zachh Cale, Krewe of Bast ball, Spiegel Hall, January 31 (Photo by Liza Veliz).

Sightings

by on Thursday, November 12th, 2015

Awed citizens behold the portable toilet just installed by the New Toulouse Department of Public Works at Bogus Alley. This modern, self-cleaning marvel doubles the number of public toilets in the city.

Awed citizens behold the portable toilet just installed by the New Toulouse Department of Public Works at Allée Bogus near City Hall. This modern, self-cleaning marvel doubles the number of public toilets.