I love this city. It's narrow streets - some quiet, asleep, some bustling with tourists and long-time residents - the history, the architecture, the beauty built from tragedy. We honeymooned here and constantly day dream of the warm days filled with beignets (lots and lots) and cool nights sitting on balconies drinking sazeracs and veux carres.
We went back a few weekends ago with some of our closest friends for Jazz Fest. It was a short weekend but we stuffed as much fun and food as we could into those two days. One of my favorite moments was when (tipsy) Eric sat down with a new friend and wrote a poem. We didn't have any cash so instead he asked us for the polaroid I shot of them and then handed us the poem he typed out on a notecard. Keeping it forever and ever.
Bookstores are another favorite. They all have kitties and they're all the cuddliest. This one was definitely a puppy in disguise.
1. Look at those buff guys.
2. If only those cafe au laits could be in my belly everyday.