I must admit, any city that doesn't get all bent out of shape about carrying open intoxicants is my kind of city.
Mad dash to the airport Saturday morning.
First priority: food and beer.
This sign killed me.
Our hotel: The Renaissance Marriott
Words to live by, right there on the hotel lobby floor:
Favorite part of the hotel: the hidden nook behind a chain wall.
The hubs: "hey, get a picture of me in here." This is how he posed.
Bourbon street was walked many, many times.
The most delicious sushi ever created.
Beignets were eaten.
WWII museum that we walked to but did not tour but saw cool stuff outside of it.
The long journey to the Garden district via Magazine Street.
Stalking Archie Manning's house.
The hubs on the way back from our incredible journey after just walking under an underpass past 5 or 6 homeless men napping.
This post is becoming entirely too long a post. To be continued...