Nearly two weeks ago now, I went to the Prince of Wales 2nd line. It snaked along Uptown streets, starting and ending at the Rock Bottom Lounge and crossing Magazine twice. The pink and green uniforms blazed in contrast to a gray sky, and the sweet blast of New Orleans' brass music summoned onlookers to join in. Leading the way was a float carrying their queen-who sparkled in all white-and several other ladies looking striking in bright orange. It drew a crowd of their own, I'm sure. While the group of followers seemed small at first, by the time we turned left on Louisiana Ave the dancing crowd swelled over the median.
Several breaks along the way included stopping at The Sandpiper Lounge and, my most favorite of all, right in front of the renowned Commander's Palace. The narrow block of Washington Avenue between the front window's of the very upscale, nearly infamous restaurant and the wall of the well known Lafayette Cemetery No 1 was packed with paraders at the peak of performing.
The clouds had followed us all day, and by the time we arrived the wind was increasing as well. I was glad I was packing two large garbage bags to protect my camera from the downpour I expected any second but the rain continued to hold.
While I wanted to snap away at almost everything, what I usually can't help from doing, I decided to try something different at this second line. I danced along, camera ready, but not looking through its lens. I was seeing the people, embracing the amazing energy, marching to the music, and waiting for those moments. I felt connected, and in a sense more genuine in, and worthy of, capturing what I was experiencing.
I love this city. Thanks NOLA, and all you 2nd liners.
© Michelle Icahn
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