New Orleans Day 1

Ken and I were looking for food and stumbled onto Bourbon Street. It was amazing luck and one of the best places on Earth. The whole street is lined with bars, restaurants, and shops. Also, everyone is extremely friendly.

I caught a candid shot of this guy while we were walking past. I think he's a street performer, but I'm not exactly sure what his talent is.
All the bars look like the picture below: neon lights, loud music, kitsch covering the walls-- absolutely garish and absolutely wonderful. I think this bar is called the Tropical Isle and is just down the street from the Funky Pirate.

Ken and I decided it was a good photo opportunity.

Below is a picture of us with a lovely couple from Philadelphia. The man is a respiratory therapist and the woman is a nurse. I asked them about whether or not they feel that a Philly cheesesteak should have Cheez Whiz on it, and they are against it. Provolone or American cheese is the way to go. So it's official, an authentic Philly cheesesteak does not need to include Cheez Whiz. It may seem a small matter to some of you, but I was extremely disturbed by the very idea. Anyway, we got group shots for both of our cameras and wished each other a happy and safe trip.

New Orleans is great so far. I tried my first muffuletta, a sandwich with salami, ham, provolone and olive salad on it. They are huge! A half of a sandwich was enough for lunch and dinner. The food down here is delicious but also very rich, so it's important not to go overboard when eating.