wrought iron

The Circus often spends the warmer months down south. You should see the fantastic, magical shenanigans we all get up to down in the bayous of Louisiana - the wrought iron fences mimic the balconies of the French Quarter, and the Circus is graced by a cathedral-ceiling of live oak branches draped in swags of Spanish moss, swaying gently in the humid, syrupy breeze…almost blotting out the stars that seem to hover low, haunting the branches like lazy fireflies, drunk on the hot air…