In New Orleans for the first time but with very little time to explore, it was only appropriate to spend my few free minutes strolling down Bourbon Street.
My first glimpse after dinner on Wednesday night, jazz playing, beer flowing, lights twinkling, encouraged me to linger, but my colleagues were ready to return to the hotel.
With an hour to spare before the airport shuttle on Saturday morning, I found my favorite balcony ...
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and my favorite house. I want to live in this yellow house with the blue shutters and the pink door.
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