{"id":7674,"date":"2019-01-05T17:55:37","date_gmt":"2019-01-05T17:55:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dev.masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/?p=7674"},"modified":"2019-01-05T17:55:37","modified_gmt":"2019-01-05T17:55:37","slug":"mardi-gras-in-louisiana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/mardi-gras-in-louisiana\/","title":{"rendered":"Mardi Gras in Louisiana"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Three days ago I wrote about the Mummers parade in Philadelphia. The other famous US masquerade spreads can be found in many parts of Louisiana. The big parade in New Orleans is a famous tourist event. The masks and costumes look a lot like the carnival in Venice. However, there are many smaller parades in the rural areas that are unique.<\/p>\n

Michael Welsh writes in Acadiana: “Wherever Mardi Gras is celebrated, the mask is key. Behind the best masks, they can\u2019t tell whether you are laughing or crying. They can\u2019t tell how absolutely drunk you are. The mask helps erase consequence. \u201cRiders want folks to say, \u2018Well, I didn\u2019t see you on Mardi Gras!,\u2019\u201d claims Iota Louisiana mask-maker Jackie Miller. \u201cThen they can say, \u2018Oh, yes, you did; you just didn\u2019t recognize me.<\/p>\n

In South Louisiana, myriad small communities celebrate French-inspired Courir de Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday Runs through their towns. On horseback, flatbed trucks and ATVs, hordes of colorfully garbed riders blaze through the middle of big, Cajun crowds while singing, shouting and begging for nickels, trinkets and ingredients for a gumbo meal to be shared by the community later that night.<\/p>\n

The runs\u2019 overlords (the capitaines) wear traditional wild, flashy robes and pointed hats called capuchin, while barking instructions to their foolish riders. The capitaines leave their faces exposed to let everyone know who is in charge. The drunken, debauched riders, however, hide their human identities behind various parish-specific masks made and molded out of wire mesh.”\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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Three days ago I wrote about the Mummers parade in Philadelphia. The other famous US masquerade spreads can be found in many parts of Louisiana. The big parade in New Orleans is a famous tourist event. The masks and costumes look a lot like the carnival in Venice. However, there are many smaller parades in the rural areas that are unique. Michael Welsh writes in Acadiana: “Wherever Mardi Gras is celebrated, the mask is key. Behind the best masks, they can\u2019t tell whether you are laughing or crying. They can\u2019t tell how absolutely drunk you are. The mask helps erase consequence. \u201cRiders want folks to say, \u2018Well, I didn\u2019t see you on Mardi Gras!,\u2019\u201d claims Iota Louisiana mask-maker Jackie Miller. \u201cThen they can say, \u2018Oh, yes, you did; you just didn\u2019t recognize me. In South Louisiana, myriad small communities celebrate French-inspired Courir de Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday Runs through their towns. On horseback, flatbed trucks and ATVs, hordes of colorfully garbed riders blaze through the middle of big, Cajun crowds while singing, shouting and begging for nickels, trinkets and ingredients for a gumbo meal to be shared by the community later that night. The runs\u2019 overlords (the capitaines) wear traditional wild, flashy robes and pointed hats called capuchin, while barking instructions to their foolish riders. The capitaines leave their faces exposed to let everyone know who is in charge. The drunken, debauched riders, however, hide their human identities behind various parish-specific masks made and molded out of wire mesh.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":7675,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7674","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-misc"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7674","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7674"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7674\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7678,"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7674\/revisions\/7678"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7675"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7674"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7674"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/masksoftheworld.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7674"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}