The Big Easy

And don't you forget it!

To those of you who have been around me these last two weeks, please stop reading. Now. You've heard it too many times already. I would really like to maintain our relationship, and if you hear nothing but the same from me you will grow bored and leave me. I simply cannot have that.

I LOVE NEW ORLEANS.

The favored vacation spot of my dear family, I was not exactly a stranger to the city when I returned on holiday. With the exceptions that I hadn't been since Katrina, and this was my first visit in which I could appreciate the cocktails.

Not only are the cocktails prolific, the cocktail culture is thriving. One can even find a bottle of Chartreuse or Pimms in dive bars with ease! There is a cocktail convention every year that brings multitudes of the world's best bartenders called Tales of the Cocktail... guess where it happens... yep.

New Orleans: the birthplace of the cocktail. The birthplace of Jazz. America's Paris. The most haunted city in America. The city that care forgot. As I have come to learn, the city of fast friendship. The most perfect place for a lady such as myself. Hence, a move at the end of February.

Work for someone in my trade should be relatively simple to come by, it is New Orleans after all. And booze is most certainly recession-proof.

The Sazerac Bar at The Roosevelt Hotel

So clever!

Quintessential New Orleans outlook.

Drunk undertakers laugh in the face of death.
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Wish you were here?

Pretty great graffiti in Marigny.

Multiple viewings of the sunrise over the Mississippi, followed by a Cafe Au Lait or two.