New Orleans, Part Two

I found my dream vehicle!

Weird pose, Chris.

This car reminded me of Austin. Love the vaguely hip-hoppy spray-painted fleurs-de-lis..

Possibly my favorite street performance. Gave him a dollar.

Cafe Du Monde's famous beignets (pronounced ben-YAYs). Think French hum chin peng with heaps of powdered sugar. Best eaten with a steaming cup of their cafe au lait (background).

There is an art to eating beignets outdoors, and I haven't mastered it yet. Kirsten looks like she knows what she's doing, though.

Our wonderful four poster bed.

The board said "Pin your home country," So I did.

Outside Angeli on Decatur, home of great red pepper-bacon-pesto-swiss cheese burgers and pasta salad. I like that tattooed man in the background.

My only souvenir - a print by local artist James Michalopoulos. When I get rich I want to buy more of his stuff :)

The gang again, after walking 45 minutes in search of the obscure Angelo Brocato Ice Cream Shop. So worth it.

Next to the porch swing, the B&B's best feature was its hot tub. Nothing like a good hot bubbly soak on a rainy night.

Yet another weird pose from Chris. Our room was the door to the right.