WHO DAT? DAT's WHO!
N'awlins was the next stop on our little 3,400 mile road trip. There's magic in the air, I tell ya! Or, perhaps, it's voodoo?! Little shops and museums like this were tucked all over the French Quarter.
The trolley gave us a much needed break from two days of walking, and it was a lot of fun! AND it only cost a buck twenty five...BONUS!!
Hitching posts lined the sidewalks, but I never saw a horse tied to one. A couple of drunks, maybe, but never a horse!
Bourbon Street was fun. For about two hours. After that, I was more than ready to explore the less populated areas!
This terrace was too beautiful to leave unphotographed...
It looked as if these folks were expecting to see many, many breasts later that evening. I picked beads up off of the ground and didn't have to show a thing. I'm sure the revelers on the balcony were as pleased as I was about THAT!
We saw the Saints' number one fan!
And signs, signs, everywhere there were signs...
I cannot wait to return to this fabulous city! Their stories are sad, and many, but their hearts are open and their food is over the top!
Boudin, anyone?
