Well, typical to my trip to date, in this party town, I arrived on a Monday.  Following St. Patrick's Day.  Needless to say, the partying of the night before was evident in the piles of garbage waiting to be picked up, but the place was generally quiet, as New Orleans and Bourbon Street goes, anyway.

Yup, here we are looking at yet another big American city's skyline; this time, New Orleans.	I can't help but wonder if it's safety that pays, or just fat city construction contracts.	Whenever traffic's running slowly, add a cop with the lights on to just make matters worse.
According to the map, there's something super about this dome, but I'm not seeing it.	Ah, the street whose name is known throughout this country as a place to see boobs for beads.	I had some beads, but it was apparent that every bead I had in wing was going home with me.
But that didn't keep me from continuing to wander down Bourbon Street a bit more.	Not part of New Orleans proper, but the Mississippi River is a part of us all, right?