October 23, 2009
Big Bad Voodoo Papa!
New Orleans in October—ooh-la-la! We flew over swiss cheese swamps, more holes of water than grass and even then a calligraphy of streams wound more liquid through the wetlands. The Mississippi wraps its arm around the still-wounded, but much-healed city. As you'll see from these few photos, you can't kill the music, dampen the art, or mudbug the merriment! We had a short but sweet time: beignets at Cafe Dumond, okra-to-die-for at Cochon, crawfish etouffee at Tujacques, and a tour through the World War II Museum and half-a-dozen fabulous bookstores. We only came home because...well, I can't remember. Why do you come home from New Orleans?