I’ve got a few hours to walk around before my flight. Walked from the hotel to the French Quarter, found bourbon Street, and made my way back to the French Quarter

I spoke with the lady serving coffee. She says New Orleans, and bourbon Street area in particular, is just getting worse and worse. She said she wants to move. Can’t stand the tourists.

And when you appreciate the type of tourist that comes to Bourbon Street, and the reasons for which they come, you can pretty much understand the sentiments.

She said an Uber driver was killed just off Bourbon Street the other week.

The coffee was very good at least

Bourbon Street feels like Vegas, only dirtier. And I didn’t think that was possible. Lol.

The architecture is beautiful. Aesthetically, it’s somewhat picturesque. It kind of feels like 1600s France. Except instead of cafés lining the streets, it’s bars and strip clubs. not my cup of tea.

They are literally cleaning the sidewalks. Apparently they do it at least every Thursday. Cleaning up the urine and vomit.

Rampant homelessness and mental illness on the streets. I saw a man smoking what I presume was crack or crystal meth.

All of the souvenir shops sell the same crap.

The locals I have met have been genuine, sweet souls. I love the deep southern accent.

Had a great po boy for breakfast.

I love the music. Captured this moment in front of cafe du monde.

But it is just two seedy for me. Self fulfilling prophecy when that is the selling point of the tourist attraction.

Going to find a quiet spot by the water, maybe do a video. Apparently, it’s bad news for the Ostrich Farm.