I know its not a popular opinion, but I don’t really enjoy camping. I just don’t find it fun. I grew up tent camping every summer, but somewhere along the line I decided that hauling a car full of gear into the forest, slathering myself in bug repellent, sleeping on the ground and peeing in a hole just wasn’t for me. However, I do love the company of good friends gathered around a warm campfire, and being surrounded by beautiful scenery, I just don’t want to sleep there.
For many years rain in California was so scarce that the sound of it was almost foreign, and on those rare occasions when we did have a rainy day my kids would look out in confused wonder. Photos of rivers and lakes with extreme and very noticeable signs of recession were circulating, having a green lawn was basically a crime, and running out of drinking water seemed a very real possibility.
Happy Mardi Gras Y’all!
Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler! Let the Good Times Roll!
Even before I ever stepped foot there I knew I would love New Orleans. How could I not? Marching to the beat of its own drum, and moving at an unapologetic pace all its own, NOLA takes great pride in it’s uniqueness. It’s truly a you have to see it, smell it, taste it to believe it kind of a place. Words alone just won’t do it justice, because there simply is no other place like it.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
I love the title of Louis Armstrong’s song because I absolutely do miss New Orleans. I miss it in the very same way that I miss a dear friend. The easy pace and friendly atmosphere, the glow of the gas lamps and the haze of humid nights, the architecture of the French Quarter and the Garden District, the galleries and, yes even the touristy shops, and of course those beignets I can’t stop talking about.
As you walk along, music floats through the air mixing with the chug chug chug of the street cars, the clippity clop of the donkeys and the horn of the riverboats creating the sweet sound of New Orleans.
Over the years I’ve taken countless photos in the Crescent City, and written a bit too (ha ha), but because not all the photos relate to a specific post many of them have gone unused. Well, no longer… Here for your viewing enjoyment are just a few of the many NOLA photographs that have been languishing inside my laptop.
Cafe Du Monde
My Favorite View #2
Ghosts of the Past
Because One Is NEVER Enough
Christmas NOLA Style
Bourbon Street Boy
Our Trees Have Bling
Here There be Pirates
Royal Street Blues
Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Until next time New Orleans…
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You might be surprised to learn that during my many visits to New Orleans, I’ve spent very little time in the pursuit of street art. That’s partly because there isn’t any street art in the French Quarter, nor should there be, and what little there is in other neighborhoods had, until very recently, eluded me.
Hello from rainy Los Angeles! Yes, I mean rainy. We’ve been having a proper winter this year, with temperatures dropping into the low 30s, and inches and inches of rain. While I wouldn’t want this weather to last months, I have been enjoying the excuse to hibernate at home, and as future travel plan
In honor of Fat Tuesday next week, a post about one of my favorite places: New Orleans. I’ve written quite a lot about New Orleans, so you might be thinking: What else is there? Believe me there is so much more, and 7 visits later, and I am still discovering new things, not only in NOLA’s more well known neighborhoods like The French Quarter and Garden District, but in other less touristy areas of the Crescent City as well.