New Orleans

In 2001, I took a trip with my then-significant other to the sea-leval city of jazz, French architechture, southern comfort, red beans and rice with fried-whatever, mardi gras, etc. It's a wonderful place for music, dancing, wandering. I hope to get back for jazz fest sooner or later, and highly recommend a stay at Glen and Randy's charming B&B, the H. H. Whitney and all-you-can-eat fried chicken dinners at Dunbars. My sax-playing cousin Brian will be able to recommend spots better then I, since he went to college at Loyola down there. And now for the snaps.

Interview With the Vampire house
Angels Over Sea-level Graves
Funky Butt
Cuban Prisoners and the JFK Conspiracy
Jackson Park le Quotidien
More Angels...

DEFINITELY GO!!!