I spent my morning in the French Quarter - walking around and taking pictures. Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperating.
There were a ton of beautiful sight and a lot of drunk people. 10:30 in the morning seemed like a reasonable time to start boozing for plenty of people.
I really enjoyed all the architecture around the neighborhood. The amount of wrought iron fencing was also pretty amazing.
This is what a lot of the streets look like.
I wandered into a produce market, where there was a band walking around and playing some old marching band tunes.
Check out this street! Beautiful!
This was some courtyard. I can't remember the name, but it was old.
Some more lovely architecture.
Here is a cafe set back from the road with a beautiful garden.
This is an at gallery of some famous children's book illustrator.
I can't remember his name, but I loved the art!
Canal St.: The widest street in North America.
Bourbon St.
I finally got fed up with watching other people get drunk and have fun with their friends. It made me feel slightly lonely, walking around the streets by myself.
When I returned to the house, Jeanne treated me to a fried shrimp po-boy. It was from a place called Parkway (?) the most famous of all po-boy delis. It was pretty tasty, though I couldn't understand the difference between and sandwich with something fried on it and a po-boy.
When I finished, I joined Lynette, Susan and Hilda for a night out at Siberia. We saw the same guy as the night before, but it was only Paul and a dude named Alex. Alex sounded just like Michael McDonald, which I found very entertaining. The only difference was that Alex was much more vulgar. They played a few tunes from movies and it was a great night. I got back to the house around 9:00 and made bedtime pretty early.
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