Crescent City Snapshots

Crescent City Snapshots

Traveling through New Orleans on business last week, I couldn’t help but snap a few pictures of the Big Easy. That’s one helluva photogenic city.

Despite the rather risque reputation of N’awlins, I’m choosing not to include any nudity – except for the tastefully censored lady up top. One thing a body can be guaranteed seeing in New Orleans is bodies – both for titillation and self-styled street art. Word to the wise: if you see someone standing perfectly still in metallic paint, be kind enough to put money in their bucket if you take a picture (for the record, I did).

Death, on the other hand, was getting paid to stand around.

Bourbon Street

Crescent City Snapshots

Still, there’s something ominous about a guy drinking at a bar while Death whispers in his ear.

While Bourbon Street has a not-entirely-undeserved reputation for drunkenness and debauchery, it has it’s more artistic side, with uniquely New Orleans style restaurants and great music.

Crescent City Snapshots

Royal Street

Still, Bourbon Street is not a place for families. One block over, however, Royal Street is another story altogether. There visitors can find dozens of antique stores, talented street musicians and slightly more upscale dining.

Crescent City Snapshots

Bourbon Street is the place to go for a bachelorette party, Royal Street is the spot for a New Orleans-style wedding.

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Personally, I found the prevalence of scooters pretty cool – the police even have moped divisions.

Mardi Gras and New Orleans food

Crescent City Snapshots

Of course, the city is probably most famous for it’s celebrations – especially Mardi Gras. It’s kind of strange seeing the floats and party paraphernalia in storage at Mardi Gras World in the off-season. Dismembered jesters, defunct gods and abandoned symbols of excess sit idle in darkened warehouses.

I swear, I’m not the type to photograph my food, but the city’s also known for its food and…

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The Ruby Slipper Cafe‘s eggs cochon are worth a trip to the city all by themselves. Kind of odd that they call pulled pork “pork debris,” but whatever – the food’s good, dang it.

The Garden District

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I didn’t get the chance to eat in the Garden District, but the architecture was amazing (even the sidewalk).

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Hell, even the urban decay looked artistic (or maybe it was just me).

This story was originally published on the Kinja blog of Kevin Garcia on May 17th, 2014.

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