I've never been to New Orleans.  Jason and I were here last year but we drove around it, headed places further south.  Fourchon south.  I wasn't too disappointed being I am not much on cities.  They are generally crowded, loud and dirty but everyone I talked to seemed to love it.  I figured they were city people.  I've been to NYC, Philly, I grew up an hour or so from Baltimore and DC and while I always have a good time where ever I go I'd rather stubble around in nature, sand between my toes or dodging tree roots and leaves than the concrete jungle where everyone is in a hurry and seemingly pissed off.

Since my spirit for adventure is bigger than my distaste for cities I grabbed my camera. polled my Face Book friends as to where I should go, plugged Jackson Square into my GPS and in 10 minutes I was there.  I parked my car and started walking and shooting.  The first thing I noticed was the sound of music.  There were street performers all over.  Saxophones and trumpets, a violin player and an african bass.

 He spent the four months he was on chemo under a bridge.  I gave him a beer.

He spent the four months he was on chemo under a bridge.  I gave him a beer.

 It was a beautiful day, bright blue skies.  I was a little worried about getting lost.  My sense of direction sucks.  I can walk in a store in the mall, walk out and head in the direction I just came from before I realize I'd already walked past the Baby Gap three times already.  I didn't get lost although I think I walked the same streets a couple of times.  It helped it feel more familiar and the homeless seemed like they knew me after I walked past them a few times.  They let me take their pictures and filled me in on their stories a bit.  For a dollar or jingle, it was worth it.  

 Absinthe.  I learned it was legalized in the US in 2007 and it is 124 proof.  It tastes like black licorice and if you add ice and coke it tastes like root beer.

Absinthe.  I learned it was legalized in the US in 2007 and it is 124 proof.  It tastes like black licorice and if you add ice and coke it tastes like root beer.

I think I became a little more of a city girl.  I enjoyed my day wandering around New Orleans with no purpose other than exploration and beer.  I left the absinthe to the others.

My day wandering around NOLA

Artist, dreamer, lover of life. Former gym owner redefining me.