top to bottom: Dr. Bob art, an alley in the French Quarter, the house we stayed in, delicious Barq's root beer, fried shrimp po boys at Parkway, walking around mid-city, inside the snowball place, yummy pineapple mint flavored snowball, Cafe Du Monde
Being back in San Francisco after a week in New Orleans feels kind of like being audited by the IRS while getting a root canal. My systems are in shock--I just went from the cultural center of excess and gluttony back into my boring adult life where people don't smoke and eat salad. It makes me remember why I loved living in New Orleans in the first place. I'm homesick.