A Little Visit to The Big Easy

Update on my hiatus.

It had been more than a few years since I visited the Big Easy so it was time to  see how she’d changed and stir up a bit of nostalgia and a ghost or two.

After a brief run through the French Quarter and down to Jackson Square [I was on a tight schedule] I must say from what I saw not much has changed. Unless you count the ramp up in police presence. I’ve never seen so many officers of the law in one place – it was kind of scary.

I didn’t have any warrants under my current name so I was like what the heck, let’s party. And we did.

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You just don’t know how close I was to taking a ride on this adorable  pony. I would have too if that nosy NOPD mounted officer hadn’t threatened to give me a ride to the jailhouse. I stepped up in the stirrup and said okay, lets ride.  He called a state trooper in an SUV. My loyal companions intervened and we ran.

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We laid down on the street, pretended to be passed out and they rode right past us. We’re so clever.

12 thoughts on “A Little Visit to The Big Easy

  1. That looks like a blast Janna. I think you could have flirted with the police officer a little more and gotten what you wanted. Perhaps a little shoulder massage while on the way to jail.

    I also find the pictures you decided to go with pretty fascinating, for the record. I think your personality comes out a lot in your photos. 🙂


    • LOL Katie. Flirting has never worked for me – I’m too transparent, but I do like to entertain the thought. 😉 Transparency is probably why my personality resonates in my photography. The good and the bad.


    • None of the usual’s Joni. 😦 I didn’t even make it to Cafe du Monde for beignets and you know I love their coffee. I am ashamed [ashamed, I tell you] that I didn’t stop in Alexandria. 😦 😦 😦


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