One of my favorite things to do in a city is to walk around with little in the way of an agenda, to just take things in at a slow pace. I spend enough of my regular days rushing from one activity to the next, so when I’m traveling to a city, whenever possible, I like to just take my time.But as beautiful a city as New Orleans is, I didn’t really have the time to just wander aimlessly. Duties as a bridesmaid kept me on my toes (not that I’m complaining – what girl wouldn’t want to hang out with her good friends eating and drinking and getting dolled up for the big event??). And when I did have some free time to see the city, I was usually a sweaty mess and on the hunt for any semblance of air conditioning within 10 minutes of leaving the hotel. Not a pretty picture. But – occasionally I got out of the hotel before the sun got too hot and occasionally I stayed out after the sun went down (I know – shocking) so there was a bit of time for some photos around this photogenic city.
They fit every possible New Orleans stereotype on that sign: Zydeco, Blues, Gator head, Cajun and a spicy pepper. Well done!
Just give me a balcony, a fan and a mint julep…
St. Louis cathedral just off of Jackson Square
How much is that accordion in the window?…
Sign rarely seen in the US outside of New Orleans
Just my luck the Pharmacy Museum was closed – otherwise that Love Drawing Powder would’ve come home with me!
You can’t take photos inside Preservation Hall, but these old posters and wooden seats just outside were a good option
Colorful Carnival paintings at Dookey Chase restaurant
Late night drink at the oldest continually operated bar in the United States – Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop
Somewhere underneath that powdered sugar is a delicious beignet
And crawdads for the post-wedding lunch. Mmm mmm good
Some hot sauces just speak for themselves
Wander down to Frenchman’s Street for cool art, live music and bars
Since no one is using them for their original purpose any more… Phone Box tables are a great idea
Lovely spot for an outdoor wedding