The only way to heal from a case of the overeating in New Orleans is to aimlessly meander around the French Quarter. We revisited Frenchman St. now in broad daylight, walked along the Mississippi River, and took a curious turn on kooky Bourbon St.
The architecture is as vivid and diverse as it’s original inhabitants, naturally, from the Creole cottages to the high balconies resting on tall, slender posts to the mansions in the Garden District. Just as I’ve said about Italy, New Orleans’ history is very much preserved in it’s architecture.
The day grew blisteringly hot and suffocatingly humid that it was essential to hurry back home and jump into our secret garden pool (it’s not a secret). But first, we had to pay a visit to the man himself…
Katherine Rodriguez 
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