Retrospective (6/3/2016)
Patch #128 Bourbon Street beads on a slender patch recalling the narrow entries to the houses in the French Quarter ...
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Doing a quick check on Trip Advisor for nearby restaurants, we found one recommended in this Bon Appetit article
http://www.bonappetit.com/restaurants-travel/article/eating-trip-new-orleans-riad-nasr-lee-hanson ...
Hey, you can't argue with 494' away, right? So, two draft IPAs later, we were standing streetside ...
awaiting the arrival of shrimp and pork belly poboys ...
When what to our wondering eyes should appear, but a scrum of young'uns raiding a trash can piled high with boxes and cans. Strange.
It all became clear after dinner, as we saw them once again several blocks away. The boxes were set out for tip money, the cans crushed and attached to shoes, the better to tap dance ...
And yes, we threw bills in the boxes. Contributing to the delinquency of minors, no doubt.
Bourbon Street is, well ...
ummm, how to put this? Exciting? Yes. Colorful? Assuredly. At first I was quite taken with it, much to Don's surprise.
But it had a certain air of, je ne sais quoi ... mal odeur? And once whiffed, it became impossible to ignore. Words churned through my brain ... foetid, noisome, redolent ... urg. We finally escaped it as we slipped down Ursuline ...
past the French Market ...
then back up Barrack ...
to Dauphine ...
and thence to our home away from home ...
Ahhhh ...
