It was one of those pinch yourself moments. The brass band came marching in one end of the reception, paused to play a number and then we all followed it out into the humid night air.
The police had cordoned off the streets and the blue lights flashed in time to the beat of the music. When the beat of the music is so enticing, your feet can't help but dance rather than walk, hips swaying, arms raised, smile beaming. The lights sparkled off the glitter of the masks we were wearing, and the multicolored strands of beads that were draped around our necks. Joy and exhilaration filled the night air and I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming the entire amazing experience.
Our New York friends (and fabulous rooftop-sharing next door neighbours) were married in NOLA this weekend. We moved from the wedding venue to the after-party in the finest style imaginable. Wedding guests in their heels and dresses, suits and jackets, wearing the distinctive masks NOLA is so famous for, danced their way along the streets behind a brass band. Truly, the most memorable and joyful experience, reflecting the wonderful couple we were all there to celebrate.
From New York, with love xox
ps. Our last trip to NOLA here and here