I walked down Bourbon Street in the morning. It appears that they pressure wash the entire street from end to end every morning to get rid of the urine, vomit, and blood.
The smell was a mix of human pee, cat feces, rotting fruit, vomit, spilled alcohol, and mustiness. Basically it smells the same as every former French city that I’ve been to.
The balconies are really neat.
The gentlemen’s club wasn’t open yet.
Evidently people actually live in the French Quarter.
The Joan of Arc statue.
I didn’t get a chance to eat at Cafe du Monde because the line was atrocious.
These guys were filming something with professional equipment.
The cathedral.
JAX Brewing.