While the gumbo promised in my last post is simmering, here’s some lagniappe, the Creole term for a little something extra, no charge. Walking past New Orleans’ Jackson Square Friday morning, I saw this boy wearing a suit and Mardi Gras mask. Why? Who knows, but he was as utterly at ease in his outfit as I was in my t-shirt and jeans. This is why I love New Orleans. Whimsy is just part of the deal.