Revelers endured bitter winter temperatures and a chilling rain along parade routes Tuesday as New Orleans’ 2014 Carnival season neared a close.
Die-hards, some in Mardi Gras costumes, braved the weather along the traditional St. Charles Avenue parade route and in the French Quarter.
“We’ll drink, drink, drink until it gets drier,” said Dean Cook of New Orleans as he walked Bourbon Street dressed as a pirate with vampire fangs.
“Mermaids love the water,” he said of his wife, Terrina Cook, who was dressed in a shiny, blue mermaid costume, complete with a fin.
Ronnie Davis, a professor of economics at the University of New Orleans, decided to break his button-down image for at least one day. Clad in tutus, he and his wife, Arthurine, stood along the avenue watching the Krewe of Zulu’s floats roll by.
“All year I have to dress professionally. This is the one time I get to act like a fool,” Davis said.
As a cold rain fell, crowds along the stately, oak-lined avenue thinned and French Quarter bars filled with patrons looking for a dry spot to escape while letting the good times roll.
“It’s awful cold,” said Rick Emerson, a Tampa, Fla., native who was watching costumed revelers pass by from an open doorway of a Bourbon Street daiquiri shop.
Instead of alcohol, Emerson was sipping hot coffee to help stay warm.
Instead of costumes, Emerson and his wife, Cheri, were dressed in layers of clothes, hats and scarves.
New Orleans native Leila Haydel said she was determined to make it a happy Mardi Gras no matter what.
“I have about seven layers of clothes under my tutu,” she said, twirling on Bourbon Street in a purple, green and gold tutu and hoisting an umbrella. “It’s once a year. You have to come and enjoy. You have to.”
The first street-marching groups, including clarinetist Pete Fountain’s Half-Fast Walking Club, hit the streets just after 7 a.m., marching along St. Charles Avenue and into the business district. The Zulu parade followed Fountain’s trek, led by a New Orleans police vanguard on horseback that included Mayor Mitch Landrieu.
Later, the floats of Rex — the king of Carnival — and hundreds of truck trailers decorated by family and social groups wound down the traditional route past families who had set up a tent, or some who claimed multiple tents, along the avenue.
The merriment came to a halt at midnight, when the solemn season of Lent began.