Réveillon Season.

December is a month of parties. No day is an exception, not even Sundays. The atmosphere has changed. It is Advent. It is réveillon season. Soon, it will be Twelfth Night, and, with that, Mardi Gras will have begun.

At least November was quiet. I wish it was November right about now. There are no bad months in New Orleans, only differently-flavored ones.

A year in New Orleans is like a trip to Angelo Brocato. It never gets old.

I rarely visit Creole Creamery. This is not a matter of personal preference so much as locale. I am rarely on Prytania Street, though, I do have some business on Harrison Avenue next week. Maybe I will go then.

Is it next week again, tomorrow? Where does the time go? Savor it while you can. There is no point in predicting what will happen on Monday in New Orleans when there is still two thirds of a Sunday left to enjoy.