"Aww, Babygirl," the young man said sorrowfully, looking at my new sneakers sunk in muck, "you should have bought some boots."
When we lived in New Orleans, a rainy day at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival meant that people got muddy. Many went barefoot or wore shoes they threw away afterward.

Stores, I discovered later, had ordered boots, lots of boots, when the forecast for JazzFest predicted rain, and people bought them out.
Following are some photographs of just a few of the boots I saw at JazzFest.
The week after JazzFest ended, many porches held boots that had not yet been cleaned of their mud.
1 comment:
Awesome, Shauna! Love the pix! I should reciprocate with same from Glastonbury Festival at the end of June. I'll be sporting my bejewelled Wellies -- glamed up for Glastonbury the second time I went... After I saw what fashion required!
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