New Orleans

10FEB17 New Orleans, what a magical city. I'm down here again, and I just love this place. So much to see and do. The birthplace of Jazz. Took some good pictures, at least in my mind. :)

I can now cross off Mardi Gras in New Orleans off my bucket list. We had ringside balcony seats for two parades on Saturday. Krewe du vieux 2017 and another one that followed right along. A good two hours plus of craziness and political satire. Crazy to say the least. Links to some pictures are here, and I will add a few pictures to this post as well.

Krewe Du Vieux 2017 at Mardi Gras.com

Krewe Du Vieux 2017 with list of subkrewes from bestofneworleans.com

Had one really crazy encounter on the Green line trolley. A crazy lady with a gallon of what I hoped was water. She was a bigger black lady, maybe in her early thirties, late twenties, who suddenly and without warning shouted "COMING OUT!" Then she picked her bag up high and slammed it into the aisle, in an attempt to clear the aisle mayhap, but she missed her 'stop' with all the people in her way toward the exit. Then she got angry, told everyone in no uncertain that she was mad, profanity, etc... and then the trolley lurched, throwing her into a few other patrons on the crowded trolley, and then the seas parted to let this woman off. Everyone clapped when she was off.
We saw her on the side of the road later that same day as we rode the trolley back. No pictures of her though.

Andrew Jackson Savior of New Orleans

Of course I spent quite a bit of time at Jackson Square. This is just before sunrise. The weather was wonderful.

 We bought fudge at a place with singing servers. These apples looked delicious!

This was behind the St. Louis Cathedral at Jackson Square. The Church sign denoting a Quiet Zone, covered in very loud graffiti spoke to me. Such a clash of cultures.

 
 This decorated car was truly a sight to behold. Not sure how much Mom would appreciate the shoutout on the back window. It was decorated with BIC lighters, money, shards of various types, figurines and animal horns. The Fleur De Lis was on the hood (the bottom left corner of the picture is the windshield), I especially like the face peeking out of the bottom right hand corner!

Typical French Quarter. Building with iron railings on the balconies. My wife was thinking of drawing something like this scene, so I took the picture. She is very talented! I don't think I would have the patience to draw something so detailed.

A detail of the iron railing next to the place we stayed at. Came out nice I think, as a background image.

 Coop's Place, across from BB King's. The two guys staring at the menu swayed slightly as they read. Or should I say tried to read, they were at it for quite a while.

A little art corner off of Decatur Street. Lots of stuff going on right here, including a lady in a corset selling little Lego people.

A restaurant we passed while walking. Reminded me of a French cafe.

The Cabildo and a portion of the St. Louis Cathedral off of Jackson Square.

Another shot of the Cabildo. These were taken as the sun was rising.

Jackson Square with the cathedral and Cabildo in the background. The Square used to be called the Plaza de Armas during Spanish Colonial times.

 The backside of St. Louis Cathedral as the sun rose.

 Andrew Jackson, the Savior of New Orleans. The position of the clock in this picture reminds me a rather gross joke about a guy who looks like he can tell time by weighing a horse's balls in his hands, but he is actually moving them out of the way so he can look at the church clock across the square.

 These trees look like they almost spell out something!

Detail of a resting place in Lafayette Cemetery #1. Life growing from a place of Death.

 This resonated with me. A fire company, whose motto was Ready at the First Sound, has (or had, not sure if they were still in business or not) a place for firemen to be buried. Very powerful that they have a place for those who served together to be together again. Makes me think of being buried in a military cemetery, mustering one last time with my brothers and sisters in arms.

One of the floats from the Krewe du Vieux. Great floats, great satire. Donald Trump as Humpty Dumpty sitting on his wall that he wants to build to keep Mexicans out. Behind the Statue of Liberty is a Presidenting for Dummies book with the header of It's Harder than it Looks.

Trying to capture the dancers from so far off was hard. They moved so fast!

 I bet this guy took some great pictures. I like the composition of this piece.

Another float from the Krewe du Vieux. Julian Assange Wikileaking in Public! Hilarious!

Joan of Arc statue. Very severe look on her face. Great craftsmanship.

Focus is on the Mardis Gras mask in the upper left corner. Early revelers below, heading...?

 Early morning picture of the fog rolling over the Governor Nicholls Street Wharf building.

A paddle boat on the Mississippi. Clouds parted just enough to let some sun shine in.

Spiderweb with some dew. First time I have taken a picture like this, Switched to the macro lens. It was actually a bit of a juggle as this picture took place right before the previous one. I turned around, saw the clouds parting and the boat going by and had to quickly switch lenses and settings.

The wall around The Joint, a BBQ place featured on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives. Glass shards along the top of the wall providing cheap security.

The inside of the restaurant. Great food. The BBQ sauce was thin but flavorful.

This moment I loved, and I hope the picture does it justice. It was very early on a Saturday morning. I came around the corner of the St. Louis Cathedral, heading back to Jackson Square, and I glanced down at some steps leading to a side door of the church and I see Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut Jr.'s book about the Dresden fire-bombing (among other topics). We are studying World War II in class this week and the book just lying there, angled just so, on the church steps, in the dew-filled morning air, sent a shiver through my spine. Who was reading it? Why did they leave it here overnight? Was it some altar boy, sneaking off for a read in between masses? Or the church head, contemplating mankind's evils done to other men? Whatever the true story is behind the tableau, I left feeling pensive, wondering if the universe was sending me a message. I hadn't discussed the Dresden firebombing. Maybe I should.