Looking up in our hotel lobby.
Next door was a hat shop.
Across Royal street was The Pearl.
Just up Canal street was the Ignatius J. Reilly statue. When I first went by the statue, it was night and there were some guys in suits looking at the statue. They couldn't fugure out what it was for (despite the plaque). When I told them, one guy said he had always thought it was a tribute to the homeless!
Typical French Quarter architechture.
Night falls on Burbon Street.
"It seemed like an ordinary day... until I had coffee with Jesus at the Cafe Du Monde."
Michelle looking angelic at the Cafe Du Monde.
Statue at cemetary.