We began at Rose Nicaud on Frenchmen Street with a couple of coffees and a shared cinnamon roll, before Ron and I made our way into the Quarter. It had begun to drizzle on this unseasonably warm and humid morning, but that didn't stop us. Getting wet in New Orleans just comes with the territory, so we already knew we wouldn't melt.
Decatur Street awnings and balconies sheltered our walk over to the newly renovated French Market. By the time we made our way through, the drizzles had stopped.
I was stuck by so much light, so much color, so much texture, so much stuff...but very few fruits and vegetables to be had. I'd been hoping to ride my bike down to do some of my marketing fresh/French-Style. It looks like I'm going to have to come up with another alternative...neighborhood farmer's markets here I come!
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Absolutely! If I were a tourist, I don't think I'd know where to start. Still, I'd like to take a day by myself in the Quarter and wander through at my own pace in the Market and a few other spots.
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Absolutely! If I were a tourist, I don't think I'd know where to start. Still, I'd like to take a day by myself in the Quarter and wander through at my own pace in the Market and a few other spots.
Posted by: Laury Bourgeois | January 16, 2013 at 03:00 AM
It's kind of overwhelming, isn't it??
Posted by: Evelyn | January 15, 2013 at 06:22 AM