Revelers who worried whether the previous week’s rainstorms would spoil the madcap Krewe Bayou parade were elated to see beautiful blue skies yesterday morning. Had they looked in at the French Market, they would have seen a curious group assembling. The parade this year had beautiful and fabulously dressed marchers, fire twirlers, a horse-drawn carriage, monsters, fairies, and maidens on horseback. And the band was not just a marching brass band; it was a marching steel and chrome and brass and glass band, with strange music-making mechanical creatures and monsters bearing drums.
The maskers wound their way through the streets of the city, screaming and hooting and making a wonderful clamor. Parade watchers were showered with throws, and many would run ahead to see the parade go by again. The parade band could be heard all over the city, occasionally punctuated by the call and response, “Who is in Krewe Bayou?” “Everyone’s in Krewe Bayou!”
After the parade, everyone made their way to Laveau Square, where they made merry through the night. The party broke up with the dawn, and the revelers went home in a joyous haze, wondering what they had seen. The rumors one hears of kraken-based explosions and miraculous sheep must be discounted by the sober citizen.
Miss Shannon Spoonhunter’s photos of the event: Krewe Bayou Parade!
Fenimore T. Abramoff was nearly brained by a Krewe Bayou throw and is still reluctant to look inside the bucket.