I have been trying to think what my favorite part of the trip was. Today I can't stop thinking about the French Quarter. The buildings were all so old and crowded together that it is hard to tell where one building started an another one began. In fact the only real way to tell was to look at the beautiful vivid colors the buildings were painted and see where they change to some other, just as vivid color.
If you get up early in the mornings, people are out washing the streets of the French Quarter. This is because during the night the drunks and tourists descend upon the wonderful streets of the quarter and leave behind a stench of piss, vomit, and alcohol. In the mornings the streets are washed with a solution that smells like fresh oranges. So I guess one of my favorite things about the trip was walking around the French Quarter at 8:00 am (trying to find beignets for my sister) and enjoying the quiet, warmth of the sun, and the wonderful smell of oranges.
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