It’s been a week since we all loaded up the cars and departed from New Orleans. While I don’t miss the humidity and the funk that permeates every corner of The French Quarter (if you’ve been, then you know what the funk smells like), I do miss that place. I attempted to make some cafe au lait yesterday. It was a decent attempt, but a bit more involved than just ordering it at the to-go window of Cafe du Monde.
The scenery in Northwest Arkansas is lined with beautiful mountains and trees, but I miss the scenery of the French Quarter. The wrought iron balconies, the colorful shutters, the Mississippi River with its bridges and barges, and the history. My camera decided not to work while I was there, but thankfully The Sweet Boy brought his along with him and I was able to capture some of the shots you see here.
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