“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?”

  – Louis Armstrong

I didn’t know what it meant to miss New Orleans until this January.  I’d been to the zoo there as a child, but had little to no memory of it — and Scott had never visited.  Despite this, I had a fondness for NOLA already due to growing up in Mobile, AL, the only other city that respects Mardi Gras as much as New Orleans. I figured it would be love at first sight, and it was.

We stumbled across these (real) mid-century lamps in a shop on Conti Street.

And I adored pouring over the bottles in an 1800s pharmacy.

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