Dare I say that I returned to New Orleans from St. Louis for more than the Dalai Lama? My friend from graduate school, Ken Perry, was in town and we'd made plans to do the usual...lunch at the Napoleon House and a wander. Wanders take us different paths, but always in the French Quarter.
This visit, it was the French Market. I mostly "table" shopped, while Ken bought masks, candles, crosses, and other gifts to take back home to friends and family in Idaho.
It was fun to grab photos, visit with tourists, find old and new friends, and rest our tootsies over a margarita. It was another great visit. I'll be looking forward to Ken's return in the fall, and leave you with a French Market Photo collage. Come wander with us!
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