In New Orleans, it can be hard to distinguish an ordinary day where an Elvis impersonator happens to whiz by on a scooter from a day where the Elvis is a harbinger of much more zaniness to come.
When not one, but a multitude, of scooter-riding Elvi traverses the French Quarter, women on roller skates sport horns on their heads, a bull mascot dances on a balcony and it is not yet 8 a.m., you can be fairly certain something is afoot.
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