Almost two months ago, Giovanni and I got on a plane and went to New Orleans for the weekend.
We went on this awesome bike tour through Marigny and the Upper 9th ward, stopping at the levy, and local bars on the way to try Abita Beer while getting bad sunburns on our faces. My favorite part of the trip was eating (gumbo, fried alligator, po' boys, and "holy trinity sauce" HEAVEN) and discovering Jason Ricci at a Jazz club on Frenchman street, a blues musician who rocks out on the harmonica (I bought both his cds)
I learned a little bit of history from this trip. Apparently New Orleans was built by ex-cons and the unruly sons of aristocratic families. Even in the 17th century, nobody else wanted to go there because the area was prone to severe flooding.
Besides eating, we (mostly Gino)took a lot of pictures of all the old houses. I think when you go to New Orleans you are supposed to drink hurricanes and hang out on Bourbon Street. We are going to save that for next time.;)