I love New Orleans, but I don’t love Bourbon Street. On a visit to the city in 2010, my friend Gino and I had to walk from the W Hotel to Frenchmen, so we chose Bourbon as our path. With a point-and-shoot in hand, I snapped some photos of folks passing by on the urine-and-vomit-soaked street. (Note: I took these photos with a broken, cheap camera then edited them in my phone. Hope that explains the lousy, grainy quality.)
The guy in that last picture had too much Coca Cola. Of course I’ve felt like that a time or two. ________________________________