I flew to Houston in March to visit my beautiful friend Cathy for five days. Cathy’s husband Chad is a commercial airline pilot and they’re based out of Houston because it’s a major hub for his airline. I know one of the perks of working for a large successful airline is the free flights but wasn’t I completelysurprised and over-the-moon when I arrived in Texas and Cathy told me she had an overnight New Orleans adventure planned for us!! We were only in NOLA for 24 hours and I’ll be honest, most of our time there was spent drinking Hurricanes and so, albeit brief, here is part one of our adventure.
Cathy and I freshly arrived in NOLA, me with the first Hurricane of the day in hand. Uh oh. (Instagram pic)
Jazz band playing in the middle of the street.
Taking a break.
Blue cat – It’s all good!
Cathy taking a pic of the famous Blue Dogs for her friend Sean.
At the corner of Jackson Square – looked as good a place as any to stop for lunch!
Inside the atrium at Muriel’s.
The view into one of the main dining rooms from the atrium at Muriel’s.
Relatively new by-law around Jackson Square – so refreshing!
Buskers doin’ their thang for the huge crowds.
This kind of street art abounds everywhere.
It takes all kinds to make the world go round!
Lacy skull mask. Where would you wear this – Mardi Gras?
Cathy with her mudslide in front of The French Market.
WTF is a Swamp Burger?!?
Gator PoBoys at pretty much every stall. I didn’t try one.
Love the chalkboards everywhere.
Fried Green Tomatoes!! I shot this for my friend Dave – it’s his favourite movie.
Poor little gators.
Pat O’Briens for Hurricanes. It’s all downhill from here.
And, here we have the final shot of me before things got really out of hand. Cathy and I made a pact – what happens in NOLA stays in NOLA.
Messy. This is the point where I looked at Cathy and said ‘I have to take my camera back to the hotel now’. We meandered our way through the streets back to the hotel and documented the rest of our evening adventure on our iPhones. Smart move. Until I lost mine. But that’s another story…
And… we found Jesus on our way back to the hotel. Maybe it was a sign? Although at this point, neither of us would have been very good at reading signs. (Instagram pic)