On our second morning in New Orleans, we decided to take a different approach and...well, explore New Orleans. Or at least the French Quarter.
We got to Cafe du Monde just in the nick of time to beat the humongous line. And it was soo worth it.
This is making me want a cafe au lait right this instant.
We're so attractive in the morning...
We wandered over to the River Walk next.
Twas a windy day.
There were street musicians to see, a flea market to explore, and shops and scenery to peruse.
I had to take this because it was called Sbisa's Cafe! Thanks and gig 'em.
Flea market.
Who could resist a good cathedral?
Inside.
My favorite shop was called The Idea Factory. I didn't take any pictures, because it seemed like the kind of place where the owner wouldn't appreciate it. It was full of these awesome wooden toys, puzzles, clocks, boxes, trinkets, you name it.
I love wooden toys. If we had a kid, I would have been seriously tempted to buy most things in the shop.
The one (affordable) thing I did find were these tiny wooden animals that were a couple of inches tall and cost one dollar each. I begged Travis (who was carrying all our cash) for the little giraffe, my favorite animal, but he vetoed the idea. This seems to be a trend with us for giraffe-themed items.
I was pretty sad, since I had wanted a little decorative souvenir from the trip. However, Travis later felt guilty after he had tipped a street musician a dollar and spent money on a beer at lunch, so we went back and he let me get the eight dollar giraffe with WHEELS.
Isn't he cute? I haven't figured out the perfect place to put him yet.
Anyway, back to the French Quarter. We ate lunch at the Green Goddess, one of my dad's favorite places.
Mmm, crab melt.
Yay, salad.
After lunch, we headed over to the festival. The afternoon promised to be pretty packed with people we liked! Unfortunately, at the first "big" concert we tried to go to (Cee Lo Green), the sound was really messed up. :( It was pretty much impossible to hear a good sound mix unless you were right next to the stage. We hung out for a while, hoping it would get better, but eventually had to move on. I was sad, as he appeared to be giving a good concert...
Our group had to split up at this juncture. The boys really wanted to go see Israel Houghton (our friend/former worship pastor DeAndre's muse) in the gospel tent, but if we all went, there was no way we'd get a spot to see Feist later. So Laura and I headed back to the Gentilly Stage to save seats.
Feist was definitely one of my favorite parts of the festival, since her songs are more dance-y (as opposed to sway...ey? Sway-ish?) Everybody was moving around and having fun, and Brad and Travis brought us our dinner so we didn't even have to leave.
Good way to close out the night.
We figured our trip wouldn't be complete without a walk down Bourbon Street, even if it was just to say we did. An interesting experience, to be sure.
We ended up at Pat O'Brien's to try their famous Hurricanes. There was a fountain on fire.
Then we saw a band on top of a bus.
And that's all I have to say about that. Stay tuned for Day 3!
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