I had a solo adventure to the French Quarter on a Thursday morning… Around 9am. As my feet hit the pavement I immediately noticed the streets were wet. But it hadn’t rained. There were not many out and about. The few that were “wandering” were “homeless”. But were they really? Asking for money was their profession. And they had it mastered! What would one call this profession? A “Capital Canvasser”?
I grabbed my phone and looked at travel tips for New Orleans. I guess I should have done this prior, ‘cause it was highly recommended to keep your money close to you and “stay on the beaten path”. As the typical tourist with a camera, I was focused on the sites above. What happens when you don’t look where you are walking? Your flip-flopped-foot lands in a large, deep puddle. If you have ever been to New Orleans, you get it. Turns out the wet streets are a result of the building owners’ hosing their sidewalks down. Must be the best way to clean off the spilled drinks, the pee, the puke and who knows what else from the hours before! GAH! I stepped in a concoction of New Orleans best.
The next day I brought back up. I thought I would feel more at ease having my 6’ 1” boyfriend with me. Unfortunately, he was more of a target for the “Capital Canvassers”. New Orleans natives are some of the friendliest people we’ve ever met! So, we walked, talked and Joe made some donations along the way.
The French Quarter is so easy to navigate. As everyone recommended we had breakfast at Cafe Du Monde. We found that shorter line in the back of the building and hung out on their sitting wall enjoying those mouth watering beignets.
The venders in the Square reminded me of a smaller Mallory Square in Key West.
Some cemeteries are above ground due to being at sea level.
Everything else was as expected. Cool architecture, lots of bars/restaurants, fun shopping, tons of drunkards. Everyone should experience this intriguing city just once!
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