Ahhhh, Bourbon street, you will always have my heart.
After 4 days, 3 nights of walking through the French Quarter and other parts unknown I bid adieu to the wonderful sites of the Big Easy.
After the initial shellshock of the sights of the French Quarter, of what I’d describe as part Las Vegas, part Tijuana and all sleezy, if you move down from those streets, its actually fun and has some nice sights.
the food was great, I had more shrimp than I’ve had in one year, and plenty of gumbo and it was good! I ate at Mothers and Port of Call, classic local hang-outs and one night I actually found a nice Jazz club and listened to some good music.
If I had someone to be with, I would enjoy it more of course.
In the mornings I went for a run, which was great, the city was still hung over from the night before and the weather was perfect at that hour.
So I’m in the airport now, my flight is delayed 2 hours, so here I sit.