By Ellen Fucich
Acadiana’s Mardi Gras takes the gold. Purple, green and gold, actually. This from someone who was born and raised in New Orleans. I spent my early Februarys on a wooden bench on top of a ladder, soaking in the Carnival. As I grew older, I branched out into attending Mardi Gras balls, dragging the Quarter, even riding in the parades giving progress reports. When I moved to Acadiana after college, (a girl must have a job…), I thought I’d lost Mardi Gras as I knew it forever. But I was wrong.