St. Louis Cathedral and Jackson Square. This has to be my favorite place in New Orleans. It takes the cake.
We walked through this area at least a couple times everyday. If not during our daytime treks, then we’d pass by at night after dinner. I think it’s so pretty. And full of history. And I like it.
I had no idea the oldest cathedral in the United States was in New Orleans. We walked through the place, following the stories of the stained glass windows and painted ceilings. My first cathedral experience ever was in Kohl, Germany in 2008. I visited St. Paul’s Chapel in New York City in 2009. And though, St. Paul’s and St. Louis’s houses aren’t as extravagant as Europe’s, they were still awesome to explore.
Shoo people! Can’t you see I’m trying to work here!
If I could stand in a seashell at work, that would be awesome.
And I’d most likely sing tunes from The Little Mermaid all day.
And truth be told, I have a lot of fun walking around, trying to set up interesting shots. Like the cherub holding the Holy water. I dig. Speaking of Holy water…
I found it amusing.
Jackson Square, located directly in front of the cathedral, is picturesque. If it was cooler outside, I think I would have loved it a little bit more. Just saying.
I think it’s so cool the horse is only on two legs. Abby said it was the first of it’s kind – you know, the horse being on two legs part.
“I’m ready for my close up!”
Sure, I like this area because of the pretty sights and the history but that’s not only why I like it. We had some fun times venturing through this part of the French Quarter. Yes… yes we did.
One night [after a few cocktails] we walked down Pirate’s Alley – Little Skipper straddled the storm gutter and walked quite a stretch of it. I was in stitches. Thank you, voodoo drink, for making silly stuff absolutely hilarious. Another night we stopped to get some nighttime shots of the cathedral – I proceeded to make an ass out of myself which proceeded to make some gentleman passing by laugh at me which then caused me to snort with laughter to which then the gentlemen laughed even more. I’m comedy relief, what can I say.
And then on yet another night we had our palms read. It was fun thing to do and tease one another with. I shared this with my DAd who quickly told me that he did not believe in that stuff. (Guess what? Neither do I.) But as soon as I said the palm reader saw me having two girls and one boy, DAd asked if it was triplets. My life, folks… my life.
So yes, good times were had at the Square. Full of smiles and laughs and pictures and stories. And cocktails. Because everybody has to go cups.