This is on my Applebee’s menu. As a former New Orleans resident, I find it hilarious—the flavors of Bourbon Street are chiefly piss and vomited-up rum.
Winter in New Orleans.
More Mardi Gras pictures, this time mainly of my pals.
Some pictures I took on Fat Tuesday.
“The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they’re a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who’ve died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn’t pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time.”
— Bob Dylan (via fuckyeahcajuns)
“Madame Lily Devalier always asked “Where are you?” in a way that insinuated that there were only two places on earth one could be: New Orleans and somewhere ridiculous.”
— Tom Robbins in Jitterbug Perfume (via myloveneworleans)
Banksy Rocking Chair 1 by DatNolaSam on Flickr.
We had a muggy, lovely New Year’s Eve here in the Crescent City.
