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| Plantations |
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| Gardens |
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| Bored girls at plantations |
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| Christmas decorations |
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| Grand Entrances |
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| Mint Juleps |
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| The Mississippi |
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| Austin |
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| Cemeteries |
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| Beignets |
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| Ice Cream Daquiris |
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| Shopping |
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| Staying out way past my bedtime |
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| Music |
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| Mimosas |
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| Our hotel |
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| The view from our room |
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| More music |
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| More music |
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| This guy |
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| Yes Ma'am |
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| These girls |
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| Art |
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| More music |
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| The Spotted Cat |
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| Giant oak trees |
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| Eating satsumas from the tree |
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| Gambling, even though I'm unlucky when it comes to games of chance.... |
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| This place's food |
2 comments:
Did you enjoy the lingering smell of urine throughout the French Quarter?
Hi Uncle Paul!
Bourbon Street is a potpourri of odors: mainly urine, vomit and musty beer. The rest of the city was just fine. The locals actually hate Bourbon St.
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