A Very Short Tour of the French Quarter

Here is where I ate breakfast on Saturday morning in New Orleans, Cafe Du Monde. Cafe Au Lait and Beignets. The guy on the sidewalk with the beret was singing, not too bad, and talking to the diners. His best lines: To a group of people along the rail next to the sidewalk trying to studiously ignore him: "You can't ignore me away." "You want me to go away?" The guy near me on the covered patio nodded his head. "That'll be twenty bucks," pause, "it's cheaper to keep me."



This is half way back to the Central Business District. The dude immortalized by the statue in the left side of the picture is the founder of New Orleans, someone Bienville. The baby park is also an historical park and museum according to the sign on a building just to the right of the picture, dedicated to Jean Lafitte (I may well have spelled first and last name wrong; but I'm lazy: he's the French guy that helped us win our first, among many wars).




This is a picture of Canal Street, at its foot, showing you the "neutral ground," the median between the north and southbound lanes, so called because the early French on your right, and the later coming Americans, on your left met here. This last factoid is brought to you courtesy of the local tourist channel in the hotel.

Less important, my hotel is immediately to the lower left of the picture. Harrah's Casino is immediately to the upper right.

A last side note, the new Google phone has an OK camera.

Back to work.