Mar. 27th, 2019

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Post Mardi Gras was a bit of mess, with literally tons of debris including plastic beads, papers, masks, bottles and so much more scattered everywhere that all needed to be swept up.


Everywhere you went you could see multiple city workers in overalls sweeping human detritus into shovels and depositing it into large rolling trash bins. It would take them days if not a week to clear it all.


Still that didn’t detract from the beauty of those streets and as one person happened to mention, it was always Mardi Gras in New Orleans, as there were those who were still partying in the many bars or in their hotels. Still the feelings that Mardi Gras evoked would eventually ebb and flow just like the tide.

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Sitting in the bar area of their hotel, Illya frowned when he saw the drink Napoleon was bringing to him. While he had no real objection to drinking cocktails, he found he was quite reluctant about one which was pink. Worse still, there was a raspberry, on a stick, balanced on the top of each glass.

“What is that?” he asked, as Solo handed a glass to him.

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