“Oh, the places you’ll go.” –Seuss

Who says you can't OFFICIALLY dance during a jazz rehearsal? Stephanie decided to show off her skills (not the first time, as you will soon discover) and give it up for the nightly band at the plaza. 


New Orleans beckons everyone to learn to love music, and party to the music we did!

This article is part of Marie Puddu's series on "24 Hours in New Orleans."
Morning was a different story. Someone decided to buy a fedora. He got a tutorial on how to properly don it, with true New Orleans expertise, thanks to Sky, the lady hatter. What a bunch of laughs we had!




Time for some good ol' beignets and coffee. You don't go leaving without trying them!




This article is part of Marie Puddu's series on "24 Hours in New Orleans."
Oceana is one of the many little restaurants in Bourbon Street we just happened to pop into in search of a quick, affordable and authentic Cajun meal. Waiter offered us a chance to, once again, be like everybody else, i.e., "tourists" by taking home a golden Champagne-like bottle of our favorite cocktail drink.




How refreshing. And by the way, I would really like to come back for the huge crab cakes with remoulade sauce. This one tops the list. 

This article is part of Marie Puddu's series on "24 Hours in New Orleans."
   I told Joe, "Did you realize this is the first time we ever went here without a stroller?" Bourbon Street in New Orleans is one of the few touristy places where you don't see parents with little children walking around at maybe 11 p.m. or later. Well, since our little one went to bed early, this was our chance to explore a little bit of the infamous French Quarter.


Every night, security personnel put barricades to keep vehicles from going through Bourbon Street. Pedestrians can walk from and to stores, bars and restaurants. Countless balconies are open for Mardi Gras tourists.


Looks like someone is getting his groove on. He even made a new friend. 


Laissez les bon temps rouler!




 And even though I didn't get neither my tutu or hand grenade, I took home an alligator claw for back scratcher.

This article is part of Marie Puddu's series on "24 Hours in New Orleans."
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