Bourbon Street is no place for kids, but we took Wiggs anyway. That’s the difficulty with traveling across country with children – there’s no one to watch them while you’re out partying!
The vibe on Bourbon Street is HIGH ENERGY.
Bar after bar with live music lining the street, loud drunks meandering down old craggy sidewalks, and the smells of beer, puke and flowers intermingle in the air.
No Brad sightings, but plenty of BRAD PITT FOR MAYOR t-shirts. It’s a movement, one that Brad himself finds amusing.
We are fortunate to have friends and family just about everywhere in the world. Drew’s cousin, Bobby McQueen, has lived in New Orleans forever. He gave us the grand 2 day tour.
Here’s how our tour went:
The palm reading was amazingly accurate – and I’m glad to find out that I’ll live extremely long (my lifeline wraps around my hand) so long that I’ll end up back in diapers….
Bobby took great care of us – it was fun having our on tour guide.
Now, we are off to the Grand Canyon. Life is Good! Maria (and Drew) xxoo