When my youngest sister is in town, my four sisters and I always seem to do something fun, and often delicious. A few days ago, we went to lunch in the French Quarter with my mom. Here we are, all six of us, (I'm the short one), at the Gumbo Pot restaurant.
The three youngest cousins were with us. My son has obviously inherited my short genes. At 12 he's the oldest of the three. My niece will be passing her mom up in height very soon!
While in the Quarter, we did some shopping. Well...more like browsing. This shop had the most colorful dolls and art prints:
Kevin does some window shopping. I love Terrence Osborne's colorful depictions of New Orleans:
More walking brought us to this row of shotgun doubles:
And this house so full of "gingerbread" trim:
We snapped photos everywhere, trying to capture the iconic:
The boys didn't even complain when we asked them to stand in front of this door... or that wall. They just hammed it up and complied!
This might be my favorite picture of the day, treated to look like a postcard:
But there were a few pretty odd sights as well. Walking down the street with her dainty little umbrella, like nothing was out of the norm, was a bronzed lady with not a whole lot on. Where she was heading from or to is indeed a mystery.
You can't say New Orleans isn't a scenic city!