the big easy

At the very last minute last week, I said to Marcus, "We should go to New Orleans for Alex's spring break. She's a musician, it's a musical town, we can road trip it, and just stay for a long weekend.  What do you say?"

Now, we are not spontaneous people.  When it comes to trips, we are planners.  So I don't know what got into me when I suggested it, and I don't know what got into him when he agreed.   But Saturday morning we loaded up our car, and 6 hours later, we were in The Big Easy.

So far, we're having a great time:  we've sightseen, we've shopped, we've been saved, and we've sinned. Today we do a little more sightseeing before heading back to Houston.

I've taken tons of photos with my big Nikon, and I'll be putting together a gallery of my favourite shots, but for now, here are some shots taken with my little point-and-shoot.  

  Our room at   The Old 77 Hotel  .  Funky little art hotel, reasonably priced, about 5 minutes' walk from the bustle of the French Quarter.  Great little place.

Our room at The Old 77 Hotel.  Funky little art hotel, reasonably priced, about 5 minutes' walk from the bustle of the French Quarter.  Great little place.

    Linda Wright  , turning the   House of Blues   into a church at the gospel lunch.

Linda Wright, turning the House of Blues into a church at the gospel lunch.

    Jackson Square   is always good for a few performance artists.

Jackson Square is always good for a few performance artists.

  In New Orleans, even the trees wear beads.

In New Orleans, even the trees wear beads.

 

See you back in Houston, friends.