If you don't know what New orleans is famous for, all you have to do is look around at the airport.
If you don't know what New orleans is famous for,
all you have to do is look around at the airport.
We arrived the night before, left our stuff at the hotel and went to check out the city.
Katrina has its little memorial close to the Convention Center.
Near the cruise dock we found a float depo...
...where the Mardi Gras fleet was patiently awaiting its moment of fame.
Then we took a cajun dinner at Mulate's...
...and headed past a casino to the French district.
...where we enjoyed some street levity...
...syncopated with plethora of jazz clubs.
Next morning we took another stroll through the city.
I was glad to see some strete cars...
...and houses that reminded me of Europe.
Soon we came to a square featuring a statue of Andrew Jackson...
...which was in fact one of the centers of the French Quarter...
...guarded by this little cannon.
In the corner of the square there was a sizeable line of people...
...waiting for this culinary contraptions (called "beignets").
Parked next to this little park...
...we found this dazzling symptom of someone's collection disorder.
Then we delved into narrow streets of the French quarter...
ic.
...that were characterized by plenty of verandas...
...and pots and pots of hanging gardens...
...that were doing quite well in the warm and humid climate.
Some of the houses were a bit under the weather...
...but most of them were quite picturesque...
...and definitely showing European roots.
This is Bourbon Street the day after the Saturday night party.
Street musicians were everywhere...
...jazz or otherwise.
Then walking past the courtbuilding...
...back to Canal Street.
Little something for hungry mathematicians.
Around noon we went back to the dock and hopped on the ship
that was moored close to this bridge.
We set sail at 5pm and soon left the lights of New Orleans behind us.