Sunday, February 15, 2009
In Praise of the Krewe of King Arthur
The first weekend of parades, I really don't pay a whole lot of attention. Oh, I attend a few.
The one parade that I truly relish is the Krewe of King Arthur.
As Ashley and Berto and I used to discuss regularly, the Krewe of King Arthur is a parade that looks and acts like New Orleans--not just one sector of New Orleans.
Westbank. Eastbank. Black. White. Brown. Tan. Hispanic. Palewhitelikeme. Asian. Jazz. Hip hop. Brass bands. Dance teams with speakers blaring electronic garbage.
It's all there, all out there, with no pretense, other than the quite-accurate pretense of being a damned good time.
King Arthur is the Gentilly, the Superdome Terrace, of Mardi Gras Parades.
A parade in FrenchAfricanItalianIrish New Orleans named after an English king.
I love this city. I love this parade.