By Martha Newman ITWPA Member Civil War names always sounded romantic to me (Chancellorsville, Bull Run, Picket’s Charge, and most appealing, Gettysburg), even though I knew from studying the war in school that they were sites of terrible, bloody battles. Occasionally those battles are reenacted, and when I moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, and found […]
The paintings you think you see in this outdoor venue aren’t really paintings at all. Each of the Masters’ reincarnations is actually populated by people who are standing very still.
According to the French Quarter bartender serving my Sazarac, “the Easter Parade was the brainchild of ‘a well-preserved 80-year-old showgirl and her curated contingent of NOLA [New Orleans, Louisiana] friends.’” My back home NOLA-to-Seattle-expat colleague assured me the Easter parade would illustrate the grand tradition of genteel Southern ladies dressed in their Easter bonnets accompanied by dapper gents in boater hats. And the NOLA pedicab driver described it as the craziest, wildest party in NOLA second only to Mardi Gras.
The parade is a visual display of the richness and diversity of the local and regional Asian culture and community. It’s a family affair with parents and elementary school children costumed and organized into representative groups, all marching proudly and happily carrying their decorated banners identifying themselves for all parade observers.
