As promised, here are pix of our French Quarter excursion from Saturday.
We started out in the flea market at the edge of the Quarter, looking for cheap sunglasses and funny T-shirts. We batted .500 on that one.
The Cafe Du Monde will reopen tomorrow.
We’re getting married up in that building, with its great view of the river and the square.
Bourbon Street’s never a pretty sight by the light of day.
We ate at Cafe Amelie.
It was a cliche, sure, but I went to Preservation Hall when I was a student down here.
A couple of musicians were performing near Jackson Square.
The Square was pretty haunting, because it was so empty, I guess. I don’t recall ever walking through the middle of it before. It looks unreal to me, like a perfectly manicured Disneyscape.
Bonus picture: My breakfast partner contended that I am “cool, awesome and handsome”, but three-year-olds’ standards are pretty low.
