There are some perks to being out of school, lost and with little direction. One of them is tagging along on your parents’ winter vacation. I decided to treat myself and go to New Orleans for the week, despite not being able to afford it. When it comes to travel, you know my motto: yolo.
I learned a lot about American history, was shocked to see the state of some neighbourhoods eight years post-Katrina, and was even more shocked to see how wild Bourbon St. really is. I heard a gun shot, too. All in a day in Nola.
Some beautiful real estate in the Garden District, where many famous/ rich people live, including Sandra Bullock and the Manning family.
Graves (for the most part) can’t be underground because the water table is too high. It makes for some super creepy looking graveyards. I was reminded of Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris.
A home in the “Upper Ninth” where there is still tons of damage from Katrina. The spray paint was used during rescue to keep track of how many people/ pets were found in homes.
This is an image of an American flag I never thought I’d see.
Some pride on Bourbon St.
Taking a sunny morning stroll. Don’t let this fool you into thinking it was warm– it was probably 7 degrees this day!
The decoration on homes in the French Quarter is so beautiful! People are really getting amped for Mardi Gras.
Green, gold, and purple.
A home in the French Quarter.
WHO DAT?! This saying is everywhere… goes back to a high school in the area.
Some interesting art that we came across. The art in this city is unbelievable. I was so sick of art galleries by day three.
This sort of thing is everywhere.
Us SNL people would find tiny hats extremely entertaining…
World class music everywhere, even on the street corner.
Pulling up to the hotel in style.
Steve at breakfast on our final day.