Making Elle laugh is like stealing fat-man’s candy from a baby: easy, since babies don’t care about money or cheese. Because it was her first time to New Orleans, we provided some obligatory good times; these naturally included a genuine “Big Easy” close-encounter with a dying vagrant’s vomited spume and some parked-car squatter napping.
Beyond that, some of what we did is below and the rest is in this photoset.
After breakfast at Cafe du Monde, we walked a bit in the French Quarter before lunch from Domilese’s at the Fly along the Mississippi. I got in the grass and Elle stood around in the sunshine laughing.
We took the obligatory trip to Eric’s house, which all my visiting guests know well. It’s a remarkable place, probably the best single site for demonstrating how different New Orleans is.
Afterward, we took a walk around the Lower Garden District. Then, Elle and Will ate at Ignatius while I slept in the car.
Next we saw Kermit Ruffins at Rock ‘n’ Bowl; then, we went downtown so Elle could see Bourbon Street en route to meeting up with Mandalay. I stopped to get a Lucky Dog, and while Elle photographed me I saw a staggering man reach his hand towards her waist; this hilarious shot is documents my expression as I prepared to throw aside the insanely delicious hot dog and shove some lecher away.
We eventually evacuated the Quarter in time to make her early flight the next morning. Both she and Mandalay were lots of fun, and the entire weekend was another reminder of how much I love being back in New Orleans.
