I visited New Orleans about 30 years ago for work and Mark went several times with some friends but he has never carried a camera and we had never seen the city together.
We might have been crazy, in a huge diesel truck, but we drove to the French Quarter and found free (and safe- smile) parking at the corner of Bourbon and Canal streets.
First stop Jackson Square and the obligatory stop for beignets at Cafe Du Monde. Yep, as good as I remembered!
We crashed mass at the St. Louis Cathedral.
They don’t use horses for carriage rides. Mules only!
Strolled the square to see the art, hear the music, step around homeless and avoid the guy shooting up in a store stoop with two other guys waiting for the needle. Really sad and will be a lasting memory, unfortunately…and the reason we decided that there was not a need to visit at night.
We strolled Bourbon street and of course had to keep the day drinking, that started with bloody Mary’s at breakfast, going with White Russian daiquiri’s to go in the Quarter.
Street cars are an efficient way to see the historic district.
The sights and the sounds!
We visited the garden district to see the stunning historic homes.
Sandra Bullocks home
Loyola and Tulane Universities sit side by side and they might have the most beautiful campuses I have ever visited.
St Charles Street is on the parade route and you can tell just by looking into the trees.
To get to our RV campground in River Ridge, from the historic district, we passed through an area hard hit by Katrina, Rita and Ida. You can tell the flooding damage from Katrina is still present 17 years after the hurricane. Houses still boarded up next to fully restored. Can’t imagine the impact of the boarded up house on the neighbors property value.
I was fascinated by an area packed with shotgun houses. Seriously, some are not much wider than the front door.
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