No picture I took could really capture the French Quarter in New Orleans but the place is pretty cool actually. It looks like an old European type town and smells a bit like garbage and alcohol, an effect I imagine is amplified during Mardi Gras. The food wasn't my style but the music was great. Someone told us it was the slow season and yet there was still plenty of life, makeshift bands on virtually every street corner, tarot card/palm readers galore, and tons of mule drawn carriage rides.
Hunter mostly kept it cool, until he saw the horseys of course.
