Recently, we (the REU group) spent a day in New Orleans, wandering around and basically being Touristy McTouristface.1
Anyhow, I took my camera with me – how can I be a tourist without it?2
So, if you want to see some pictures of New Orleans looking pretty, head below the fold. (And I’ll add that ‘in pictures’ is one of the better ways to experience the French Quarter – it’s old, the water table is very shallow, and that means that it’s a rather fragrant area, even after the invention of sewers.)
Has that joke gotten old yet? Answer: yes, but I will never acknowledge it. ↩
I’ve been told that the whole “sunglasses, button-up shirt, shorts, and camera” makes me look like a Tourist Dad. I’ve come to terms with it. ↩