#4: The City That Care Forgot.
Good mawnin! You’d be surprised, but way down yonder here on St. Charles Street it’s actually quite easy to find frozen margaritas, the pungent smell of old bay seasoning and people riding on horseback on any given morning. Today is Saturday, and I’ve seen and smelled the likes of all from my wooden porch swing. The tourists must be checking into their hotels for the annual New Orleans Seafood Festival that’s happening this weekend. But wait. Let’s back track…