Bourbon Street, 6 pm, shortly after we arrived in town on Friday evening.
Bourbon Street, 11 pm. The shakiness of the image is
not due to any impairment on my part!
Why we were there: college buddy Marc's wedding at this charming old Methodist Church.
Inside the church.
The reception was held at a big park on the northern end of town, in the Old Casino building on a little bayou. The catering staff provided us with a seemingly endless supply of tasty finger food: crawfish this and spicy that.
The crew. Chris is a professor now, so we have to cut him some slack on the bow tie. It's part of the uniform or something.
Some of New Orleans' famous mausoleums.
More cemetary.
Two views of the Superdome.
The lobby of our hotel, the Iberville Suites. One block away from Bourbon Street and Canal Street, adjacent to and affiliated with the Ritz Carlton, we could not have asked for better accomodations, especially at what worked out to be about $40 per night per person.
Bourbon Street, Sunday at noon. Only the smell remains the same.
Bourbon Street, Sunday at noon, looking the other way, one block southwest out of the French Quarter to Canal Street and beyond.
Some sights on Royal Street, Sunday at noon. Royal Street is a block and light year away from Bourbon Street. In place of bars and strip clubs are antique shops and high-end clothiers. On a day as beautiful as this, the squalor of Bourbon Street at midnight on a Saturday could not seem more distant.
The Louisiana State Supreme Court and Court of Appeal, right there in the middle of the French Quarter.
Chris and I found a great restaurant for lunch on Sunday before heading to the airport. Situated on a street corner, the outer walls accordioned to allow for very comfortable indoor/outdoor seating. We had a view of street artists and St. Louis Cathedral (built in 1724, it is the oldest continously active cathedral in the United States) at Jackson Square.
An excellent time was had by all.
2 comments:
Neat. In a day and age when, in our family, photos get onto a digital camera and stay there, I was happy to get to see them all spread out and explained like that. I'm glad you boys had a fun time together. We'll have to still do an reunion with the wives and kids some time soon, too.
San Diego sounds great.
And just remember the mantra: What happens in Nawlins ... stays on my digital camera until I need to blackmail someone.
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