New Orleans
I went to New Orleans this weekend and spent three of the craziest nights I can remember in years on Bourbon Street. If that shit happened in New York, society here would crumble. Here are some of the safe pictures. I might be tempted to send you the deluxe zip file if you’re depraved enough to ask for it.
A live band at one of the many, many bars I crawled into.
Someone’s house.
Cafe Du Monde is at the end of the building on the left, which I didn’t stop into since, golly, I’ve been there and done that on previous trips. Jackson Square is beyond it.
As mentioned in the previous post. Yeh, I got them there. It actually made a loud noise and I thought I might get arrested.