Well fed from our amazingly delightful and ample Econolodge breakfast, we hit the road by 9am and arrived in New Orleans by lunchtime.
The most expansive skyline we'd seen on our entire trip.
THAT was funny.
We parked by the marina, between the aquarium/IMAX theater and the steamboat ferry and headed into the French Quarter. It was hot and muggy; not able to leave Savannah in the car safely we brought her along for a taste of historic city life.
Just an interesting shot.
I wish I could tell you more about the sights in the pictures, but we had no map and had done no homework. What you see is what you get -and, boy, was it COOL!
Entering Jackson Square Park. The artists set up along the wrought iron fences were alive with bold colors and vivid displays of life and culture.
Do you know the hot dog man, the hot dog man, the hot dog man...
Entering the park. Sorry, Savannah. No dogs allowed.
Jackson celebrated on his triumphant steed for defeating the British here during the war of 1812.
The crew waiting so patiently for me as I stopped ever three feet to take pictures.
The Funky Pirate. Weird.
On Bourbon Street!
Check out those seashells...
This was Brian's favorite. The sign on the left was what I was aiming to capture, then this gentleman walked out -and MATCHED the signs with his outfit...and beer. Awesome.
What's so goofy is that this place made me want to go to Disneyland and hang out in THEIR French Quarter, since that's the only one I'd been to before. So, kind of odd, this place reminded me of The Happiest Place on Earth. In reality it's probably The Drunkest Place on Earth. I admit it's pretty neat that you can walk around the public streets with an alcoholic beverage in your hand. I joked that in the summer time with the heat up there are probably emergency re-hydration teams stationed every few blocks. Not a bad idea...
Entering the raunchier side of Bourbon Street. These places just made me laugh!
As did the gentleman -yes, gentleman- in the flouncy ball gown and feathery lavender hat, carrying a backpack. Really, he needs a handbag. He looked like Woody Allen. Maybe he was!
Brian grabbed the camera to take a few shots of the Mama and the Jazz Baby on the famous streets.
It's a bit hard to see, but a bouncer came out of a restaurant and gave Savannah an ice cold glass of water. We had walked away at his offer, thinking it was unnecessary, but the nice MASSIVE guy chased us down so our puppy could have a cool beverage like everybody else. Thanks, mister!
Speaks for itself.
We headed back to the car and took a little detour to see the marina. Here's the Natchez steamboat. Hey, where's Willie?
Driving down Canal Street on our way back to the freeway.
So that's our trip! We rolled into the driveway at 12:30am Saturday night/Sunday morning and have been gradually unpacking and cleaning up. Writing these posts in retrospect, seeing the pictures from our adventures, it's easy to miss being back there. We plan on returning often, though nothing's on the calendar yet, and are starting to get a routine down as Brian is back at work and our family is all together and "normal" for the first time in over a year. Here's to more adventures to come, whether they be across the nation or in our own backyard.