The streetcars. The food.
You never know what surprises you’ll stumble upon…..like this cat we recently spied napping in the window of an art gallery….
Aren’t they a beautiful sight?
The ceremony and reception was so lovely, complete with a “make your own bananas foster” bar? My son, Riley, couldn’t eat at all the next day because of an overdose of bananas foster, a dish created in New Orleans in 1951. If you haven’t experienced the magic of bananas foster, you must click here because you’re missing out.
Cooked bananas. Ice cream. Brown sugar & rum.
It’s most commonly done for funerals and weddings.
I can’t even explain. What a great memory for my nephew and his new wife!
Hot. Wet. Stinky.
Back and forth. Back and forth. We keep going.
You see, my oldest son will be attending graduate school there in August, so we commenced the housing hunt well in advance.
He had done that whole “live in squalor with roommates in crummy apartments and falling down houses thing” during his undergrad years and he’d finally outgrown that and was ready to return to quiet, peaceful, grown up, civilized living.
Well, we very quickly found out that NOLA real estate is something very similar to Manhattan real estate. OH MY!!
OPERATION NOLA continues.