It's also the place where I spent the majority of the week.
I was there for a conference.
Honest and fer real!
(Come on, peeps! My mom reads this blog. It was a conference. Truly!)
(Come on, peeps! My mom reads this blog. It was a conference. Truly!)
The hotel was at the corner of Bourbon and Canal Streets in the French Quarter.
These dudes were on the corner of Bourbon Street every afternoon by 4pm and sometimes stayed until after midnight. I couldn't see them from my hotel window, but boy could we hear them! They were very loud in tune rockin' jazzy obnoxiously fun exuberant, not to mention a little yeast-like in the fact the group would suddenly expand its members and instruments for no apparent reason.
I should have turned around and gotten a picture of the crowd.
They were a hoot, too.
They were a hoot, too.
But I did get a picture of this:
That's a cat sleeping in the gallery window.
The print behind him was one of my favorites in the Royal Street galleries.
Other French Quarter sights:
Thanks for throwing the beads my way, peeps on the orange and pink float!
I escaped the French Quarter late one afternoon and took the streetcar
down (up? over?) to Tulane.
Even the Tulane trees had beads hanging in them!
I call these the "beaded trees."
There are lots of them along the "street side" of St. Charles Street.
And really, what trip to NOLA would be complete
without a stop at Cafe Du Monde for beignets?
Mmmm! I can still taste the sugar...
Before catching a cab to the airport for the trip home we wandered up to Antoine's for lunch.
Who could resist the $0.25 martinis?
Not us! They were seriously yummy.
(That's my melon martini above.)
At first we thought it would be a tiny taste, a sip of a martini.
When the beverages came to the table we were pleasantly surprised.
And $0.75 later we were quite fuzzy!
VERY fuzzy! Hee hee!
Earlier in the week we had dinner at NOLA, one of Emeril's restaurants.
It was so super yummy that I forgot to whip out the cell phone
and snap photos of our delectable meal.
Trust me when I say it was good, though.
Go! Get thee to Nola's!
Preservation Hall was also one of our stops.
We had a great time listening to the St. Peter Street Playboys
(you can find them on iTunes) (I think)
and then wandering back down Royal Street
and peeking in gallery and antique shop windows.
But not before picking up one of these:
Bread pudding with a warm rum sauce that tasted like a kicked-up maple syrup.
Swoon!
(Notice that I didn't pick up alcohol, but a dessert?!)
Did I see Jackson Square? Yes, but not in the daylight.
Did I get out of the French Quarter? Yes, but not for long.
Did I get drunk? Wellllllllll ... does tipsy count?
Was it a fun trip? YOU BETCHA!
But I learned a lot at the conference, too. *wink*
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