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Traditions
Custom as inherited rhythm.
Tradition in New Orleans is not museum dust. It is Mardi Gras logic, jazz at the funeral, recipe argued across generations, legend told with a wink.
Ancestors are not gone. They are tempo — what you repeat without knowing who started it.
Sold is the fear. Accurate is carrying what still feeds the living.
Reborn is not reset. It is rehearsal.
The parade route still remembers the elders’ feet.
JV · Dark Heart Labs