Superdome and home of the Hornets
Katrina water levels marked on tree/Make it right.
Post tour we grabbed drinks and strolled the market and the French quarter. The buildings there are quite something. It was hard to imagine the amount of people that are on the balconies and galleries during Mardi Grais. Although Jazz Fest is second on the list for tourists in NOLA, it is a distant second. We stopped for a pint or 3 at the oldest bar in the city (which has no electricity!) before collecting beads on Bourbon street then heading to Frenchman street for an amazing meal. Deep fried pickle chips and corn bread was my favorite of the evening. Full up on comfort food we headed out to a recommended (thank you Donna) Jazz club called the Spotted Cat. Amazing. Even more amazing was the bar and Jazz band singing me happy birthday after 12:00 pm. Check that off the list.
One old pub
Happy Birthday to me
Ear plugs helped us sleep in the following morning which was good as a 10 hour flight was in store for us. We had a few hours of strolling the French Quarter before heading to the airport. Just enough time to eat a muffalatio (?) (a pizza sized sandwich with olive spread) and Po´Boys. America.
South America next.


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