Our first full day in New Orleans we didn’t take the streetcar from the Garden District to the French Quarter, we walked in. We walked, and walked, and walked around for sixteen hours that day, stopping briefly for a drink here or a plate of oysters there. Mainly we just wandered around looking at everything.
In retrospect that was a terrible idea, because we could barely move the next day and for several after that our feet hated us. But I was like a person possessed. I’d wanted to visit the city my entire life, and I was not going to waste my chance.
It was early on a Sunday, and many places were closed. That’s okay. It was largely about the architecture.