New Orleans Photos 3

P: Good morning! J: What is that in French? P: I don't know. Bon morning? J: Ugh. This is a golden statue of Joan of Arc, the Maid of Orleans. P: So she'll be cleaning your room back at the hotel? J: No, that would be a maid of New Orleans.
J: Mmm. There's nothing like beignets and a café au lait in the morning. P: Café olé! J: Your name is Pierre and you live in Louisiana. I would have expected that you'd know what au lait means. It means "with milk". P: So at bullfights when people yell "Olé!", they are yelling "With milk!"? J: Why are my imaginary friends such idiots?
J: The streets in the Quarter are a lot less busy at 9:00 a.m.
J: Some of the few people out and about are the street cleaners.
J: They need to give Bourbon Street a good washing every morning to get rid of trash and the various liquids people deposited there the previous night. P: Liquids? J: You know like vomit or urine. P: Ick!
P: What kind of love acts could be going on in there? J: Like walking in the rain and the snow When there's nowhere to go When you're feeling like a part of you is dying And you're looking for the answer in her eyes P: Huh? J: Oh brother. Another imaginary friend who doesn't know music. P: Just tell me. J: Well, this isn't exactly Amsterdam, so I would imagine whatever happens in there would have to be pretty tame and very simulated.
J: I remember these two establishments from when I visited as a kid. Visited New Orleans that is, not visited these joints. This one offers moderate prices. I'm sure for that you get moderately attractive strippers. P: And I know music. J: What? P: You said I don't know music. I do. Like Professor Longhair, Doctor John, Clarence "Frogman" Henry. J: Well that is local music.
J: I just liked the look of this building and the sign.
J: This was the Joy Theater on Canal Street. It doesn't look like there is much joy there now. P: If I won that $75 million I'd be pretty joyful. J: Point taken.
J: This is the entrance to St. Louis Cemetery #1. There are three St. Louis Cemeteries. P: Cemeteries give me the creeps.
P: I'm just going to hang out here until you come back out.