New Orleans stole my heart this weekend, so in return I stole a few stills with my Nikon. Here's the first batch, photos of the walk we took to get to the Garden District. The photos above I took from the top floor of the Hotel Monteleone before we set off on our jaunt. Just look at the mighty Mississippi, isn't it amazing? I got overwhelmed when I stood next to it. It's remarkable how powerful it is and how high, too; Jackson Square, a few hundred yards away, actually looked lower than the river. It's easy to see how it floods (more after the jump).
The streets we walked were gritty, lined and laden with remnants of Mardi Gras the week before. I marveled at the beads, the abundance of purple, green and yellow, and the boarded up buildings. But the grandeur of the city was evident, too--I loved the wrought iron gates, the bright colored doors, the streetcars rolling by. Here, all of it:
Mardi Gras remains.
A funny dog statue.
Money might not grow on trees, but beads do in New Orleans.
Loved this wrought iron gate.
I thought these textures and colors were beautiful together.
Satue of Robert E. Lee. Toto, we're not in the North anymore.
A dilapidated building.
I don't know what this house was, but it looked lovely perched there in front of the big new building behind it.
I liked how the color of this hotel matched the yellowing grass.
A front porch.
Milling around in front of Dat's Grocery.
In the words of my mother "If I lived in New Orleans, I would put the weirdest stuff on my front lawn and in my house."
More textures and colors.
Everyone looks good in Mardi Gras beads.
The station wagon on the left remidns me of my grandparents' and uncle's old cars I wrote about on Friday.