“Oh, No!” Godzilla: Mardi Gras 2022
I removed my hat. The priest’s thumb against my forehead was warm with oil, the ashes gritty. Afterwards, he urged us during Lent to take a step—maybe two steps—Godward. The quiet service with no singing, no Alleluias ended quietly.
But before that, for a solid ten days, up and down the streets, day and night and into day again, the city celebrated Mardi Gras.