Neal and I got to explore a bit of New Orleans together as well, though not as much as we had hoped. The case he was working settled and we ended up coming home sooner than expected. We were grateful for the chance to be there even for a little while. New Orleans is a really neat city, one that we would both not mind visiting again.
On Sunday night Neal and I went exploring around the
French Quarter. Some of the lighting along the streets
and on the buildings was really beautiful.
One of the most unique characteristics of this city is the
presence of gas lamps near almost every door. Neal likes
them so much he wants to get one for our front door.
As we were walking down this street, we were a little startled to
see a giant image of Jesus reflected on the wall of this church. We
noticed that whoever had created this effect had brilliantly placed
the lighting on the smaller statue in front of the church to create the
image of Jesus with its shadow. We'd never seen anything quite like
this before - it was really cool.
There's something magical about a beautiful house all lit up
at night. There were so many neat ones along the streets of
the French Quarter, I just had to capture one on camera.
We also stopped by Brad and Angelina's house, though I didn't
want to take my camera out for a picture because there was
a suspicious looking character eyeing us.
After exploring part of the town, we stopped
at Cafe Du Monde, an old cafe open 24 hours, for their
famous beignets. They are covered in powdered sugar at
least an inch high and are sooo good! Just don't breathe
anywhere near them, lest the powdered sugar go flying
everywhere (not that I would know anything about that :-).
View from the roof of our hotel
Lunch on Monday with Tim. He is a fellow employee and
friend that Neal worked with in the D.C. office.
Our first day exploring New Orleans together.
Here we are taking the trolley through town.
In front of Jackson Square
Hanging out at the Tropical Isle on Bourbon Street, getting
our drinks "to go." The drinking laws in the French Quarter are
pretty lax and it's tradition to walk around the streets with
your alcoholic beverage in a plastic cup. Since we were trying
to fit in with the locals, we had to participate in the tradition. :-)