Standing on my feet for hours on end was starting to catch up with me, and I was yearning to wrap my lips around a po' boy. (Those unfamiliar with Louisiana lingo will find this glossary useful.) After the parades were over, I went to the Court of Two Sisters and munched on a dressed roast beef sandwich with a cup of lemonade. I chatted with two police officers about life after Katrina, and they said the recovery was an ongoing struggle. As proof, one of them pointed out that the storm's effects were still lingering because "you can actually walk down Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras!"
