Festivals, festivals everywhere
Apr. 14th, 2008 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pinksoniaLouisiana likes to think it is famous for the number of festivals it holds each year: more than 365. Somehow, I don't think that fact is well known enough outside of Louisiana to really make them famous. Either way, I went to two of those festivals this weekend.
First on Saturday there was the was the French Quarter Fest.
Then Sunday brought the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival.
And if that wasn't enough, my parents are coming down in two weekends to attend Jazz Fest.
First on Saturday there was the was the French Quarter Fest.
Just in case there were people unaware of the existence of the French quarter in New Orleans, and just in case there aren't enough tourists there on any other random day of the week, we have a festival to promote tourism in the quarter. The local bands come out and play in the streets, all the shops open their doors, and the local expensive (and some not so expensive) restaurants concoct $5 creations which can be eaten on the street.
I kind of think that while French Quarter Fest is billed as a tourism booster, it's actually an excuse to get the locals down to the quarter. I usually avoid it like the plague. There's no parking and hundreds of drunk, obnoxious tourists. But you want to get bands to play free concerts and restaurants to serve good, cheap food. I'm so there.
I kind of think that while French Quarter Fest is billed as a tourism booster, it's actually an excuse to get the locals down to the quarter. I usually avoid it like the plague. There's no parking and hundreds of drunk, obnoxious tourists. But you want to get bands to play free concerts and restaurants to serve good, cheap food. I'm so there.
Then Sunday brought the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival.
Ponchatoula is about an hour away from New Orleans, so Sunday started out with the perfect road trip. I was with three friends. The car was a convertible (albeit a rather old one), the top was down, the tunes were blaring, and there was much singing along. The munchies were flowing freely. Then a little ways outside of Ponchatoula, the brakes stopped working correctly. Thankfully, they still worked well enough to get us off the interstate and into the parking lot of the Ponchatoula Winn Dixie. From there, we called AAA.
The Driver elected to go back with the tow-truck we it got there, while the rest of us called another friend for a ride. While they came we went and spent a little time at the festival. Mostly just a quick walk through with stops to buy strawberry wine and a flat of strawberries. Really, that's all I needed out of the strawberry fest, since I'm not a huge fan of carnival food, and it's really just a fair with an attached farmer's market devoted to selling strawberries.
The Driver elected to go back with the tow-truck we it got there, while the rest of us called another friend for a ride. While they came we went and spent a little time at the festival. Mostly just a quick walk through with stops to buy strawberry wine and a flat of strawberries. Really, that's all I needed out of the strawberry fest, since I'm not a huge fan of carnival food, and it's really just a fair with an attached farmer's market devoted to selling strawberries.
And if that wasn't enough, my parents are coming down in two weekends to attend Jazz Fest.
