New Orleans, Day 1: N’awlins
Yesterday was day one of our New Orleans adventure, and I have no idea what the right pronunciation is. New Orlinz? New Orleenz? N’awlins? Narwhals? Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll pick it up soon enough.
Apparently this is not my first time down in the Cajun capital, I was last here when I was four years old. Everything looks less foggy and incomprehensible that I remember…
We spent most of yesterday flying, but we got to spend the night walking down Bourbon Street, which strikes me as a mix of Times Square and Amsterdam, but with a more friendly and community-focused appeal. Also tits.
Oh, and grits are amazing. But you already knew that.
More to come.