There is a House in New Orleans...

...they call the Rising Sun, it's been the ruin of many a poor girl, and God I know I'm one.

Maybe not.

But I sure did have fun in New Orleans this weekend.



I knit in the car on the way down. My friend and I ate shrimp and beignets and pralines. We drank hurricanes in a piano bar and we walked everywhere. We touched stingrays and learned about wetland loss. We road on a steamboat while listening to live jazz music. We toured an old home. We watched all the street performers and wandered through some galleries. We spent some time in the casino.

The company was perfect, the food was fantastic, and my four day Spring Break was a wonderful vacation.

I may need to move somewhere where there is more water.