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DAY 47!!! In the garden of the French Quarter

Posted on: February 25th, 2012 by joosy No Comments

Up early again and having breakfast in the Merigny around from MiMi’s (only the best bar in all of New Orleans) and soon after wiping all of the cosutmery and makeup (tried to) off my body I was on my bike and hitting up the French Quarter. After cursing around for a few I ran into a guy named Chad who was curious about my go pro camera. We went for coffee and he told me of his Louisiana roots and leaving to hit up Las Vegas for a bit and then back post Katrina to help and to work about 3 jobs. Really nice guy who had lots to say about New Orleans in its awesomeness as a city and its ridiculous amounts of corruption. Hopefully meet up with some of his family while near Laffayette. A couple more rounds in the French Quarter and then had a hankering for my lovely Raw oysters and the shucker named Michael jackson was eager to give jokes and extra shells right off of Bourbon street. You just have to love all of the characters in this city. Everyone has a story, everyone has lived a thousand lives, and everyone is hilarious and out loud. Afterwards I dropped in on my good friend who I see only once a year at most, usually at random, but one special New Orleanian who just happens to own the worlds only Body painting gallery and holds the title for the same. Check out his website and if you happen to be on Royal street in New Orleans, go see him, he is quite an amazing human being (http://www.craigtracy.com/). We met shortly after Katrina on my many escapades down to Nola and became instant friends since I like to paint bodies too. He is very passionate about his work and about his city and he has some of my work in his bathroom, which I felt honored to have there since he gets to see it everyday! ha. Cruised more on the bike and hit up the sunset in the quarter. Went for a really great dinner with Rachel and Grant on Magazine street at a place called Salu. There is really nothing more to say than nothing beats New Orleans in its style, its demeanor, its people, its love, and its food. Thank you again. I always find it hard to leave!

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