After our Thursday night dinner of shrimp gumbo, jambalaya with andouille, and po boys at the famous Mother's, we were in the New Orleans frame of mind.
Friday morning, Andrew and I walked to the French Quarter for hot beignets and cold cafe-au-laits. We ate them on a park bench overlooking the Mississippi, with a red train rolling by and a big tour boat playing kitchy music on the river. We met up with Parker, a good friend from high school, to explore. We walked down to the French Market and gawked at alligator heads, penis mardi gras beads, and weird, cheap knicknacks. The French Quarter has gorgeous old homes with intricate ironwork and lots of greenery - so picturesque. And of course we explored Burbon Street. We counted 14 strip joints on our 5-ish block walk. And they're vulgar even during the day, with photographic advertisements for live sex acts and creative strip shows. I'm not sure how that's all legal.
We took the St. Charles street car through the Garden District, with its beautiful old homes, to an old fashioned lunch counter - Camilla's. The wait staff performed admirably and the food was delicious. (Club sandwiches loaded with fresh, real turkey, "dressed" burgers, omelets smothered in chili, milk shakes with Blue Bell ice cream...)
Notable: the trees in the Garden District are hung with Mardi Gras beads year round. It's hard to tell in this photo unless you zoom in.
Notable: the trees in the Garden District are hung with Mardi Gras beads year round. It's hard to tell in this photo unless you zoom in.
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