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.
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.
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