The French Market was fairly empty when we visited today. Vendors and tourists alike seem to have their focus someplace else. Or perhaps that is a normal Wednesday in May? Busy or not, the Market was exceptionally clean. People selling trinkets, souvenirs, designer knock-offs and new looking restaurant booths operated under the roof structure. As we got closer to Jackson square we encountered more people milling about the more permanent / formal buildings. I don’t know if I would actually buy anything substantial here, as most good resemble cheap, plastic Chinese imports. What was of interest was the few original artworks I spotted, and at reasonable prices.
Through the lower ninth ward
The Garden of Wishes
See Me For Who I Am
Ghost sign
Streetcar sights
A little bit of everything
Colonel Short's Villa
RIP, Melvin
It thrills me with the reminder of why I do what I do--and infuriates me with the reminder that I'll never be able to do it completely.