French Quarter Yum Yum

We left WalMart in a sweat. Never have I cranked on the generator and air conditioner at 7 a.m. I guess it's wakeup time Larry and Gail. It wasn't long before we cooled off and could drive. Pulling your leg....hahaha. But we would have driven regardless just for the breeze.

It rained from the time we left WalMart till we got to New Orleans. There sure is a lot of water around here. Can't imagine it in the summer. We thought last night was sultry and muggy.

Yesssssss!!!!!

Found the State Park with no problem. Larry even took a wrong left turn just so Bill and I could go into the park first. We of course did not follow him down his wrong turn but carried on. His turn to catch up.

All settle in and ready to explore the French Quarter.

Oh Yeah!

We are searching out these little yummies because Gail and Larry taunted us with them before we even left WalMart this morning.

Ta Dum. We found a huge open cafe area.

Swwwweeeeeeeeeeeeet!!!!!

Fortified with caffeine and sugar we turn ourselves loose on the town. We are definitely a minor league threat after you see some of the photos that follow. What a blast we're having.

Local artist with a posted sign, No Pictures. Ha...I'm powerful on sugar and caffeine...

I just love these wrap around buildings....so New Orleansish.

Carriage taking a group on a tour.

It's not most places that you have to worry about such things.

And we're just getting to the heart of it all.

Don't cha jes luv it?

Not all the courtyards are as inviting.

Dis lady sur be likin de pots

Every other door is a bar. The doors in between offer t-shirts, other souvenirs, voodoo paraphernalia or female prospects.

Promised you some interesting sights. Here's one out loose.

These buildings are so beautiful. The ironwork is amazing. And to think this was all flooded.

We passed by one of thousands of t-shirt shops and these two got me laughing. My apologies for those possibly offended but it's better you know who you're dealing with...OMG this place is awesome. Okay I'll keep it a bleeted picture so less punch.

I don't know about you but I can certainly see a man's head in the clouds in this picture. And some people say there's nothing weird or strange about the French Quarter.

A rare glimpse down the street without a hundred cars coming and going.

The old blended with the new.

What's a town without their Coyote Ugly?

And there was nothing "ugly" about this little cutie. Lonely maybe but not ugly.

Always some sort of distraction in the French Quarter.

Some great jazz music pouring out the open cafe courtyard.

Great street scenes every direction.

And of course a French Quarter HardRock Cafe.

We made our way back to the truck with the help of a lot of good luck. Though Bill wanted to take full credit for the find. Larry wasn't going to let that happen. Guess where we're headed for dinner?

Whoooohooooo