...and then I found $5.

Phew.

New Orleans is a fun town. My Monday morning might be a little more rough than some of yours. Just sayin’.

We explored.

We heard street music.

That instrument is called a kona, and is an “ancestor” of the banjo.

We drank. (Pro tip: hand grenades are disgusting.)

We went to Pat Os.

We hit up the piano bar.

Alvin, the “tray player”.

We went to Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop Bar, the oldest continually occupied bar in the United States.

We hit up Bourbon Street.

…and Frenchman Street.

We walked by Cafe Du Monde, but didn’t stop for a beignet.

We did wedding things.

Doors to Tujagues, New Orlean’s 2nd oldest restaurant. Also the site of the rehearsal dinner.

We smelled garbage, everywhere we went. (Sorry, but the city stinks.)

We rode the streetcar. She wasn’t named Desire.

We got dressed up. He wore a Yarmulke for the first time.

We were part of a Second Line from the reception back to the hotel. Police escort, brass band and all.

Second line is a tradition in brass band parades in New Orleans, Louisiana. The second line’s style of traditional dance, in which participants walk and sometimes twirl a parasol or handkerchief in the air, is called “second lining.” It has been called “the quintessential New Orleans art form — a jazz funeral without a body.”

What a fun weekend it was! We were so happy to have been a part of Adam and Brittany’s wedding. She nailed every detail. New Orleans is a great town.