Travel log - Bourbon Street...

What you see, is definitely what you get when you walk down Bourbon Street.

If you are easily offended, then Bourbon Street is not for you. If alcohol makes your stomach turn, then Bourbon Street is not for you. If jazz music playing on street corners is not your style, then Bourbon Street is not for you.

If you like culture, new things and seeing things that would make Grandma clutch her chest and say a Hail Mary, then my friend, you better get to Bourbon Street.

Bourbon Street. You actually look stupid w/o a camera

It was Saturday night in New Orleans (words I didn't think I would ever say), but there I was in the most famous party district in the country. It was everything I hoped it would be, and so much more. The night started off at the Red Fish Grill, voted the best seafood in New Orleans for the past four years with the famous tag line friends don't let friends eat frozen fish. This seemed like a good choice, and we were right. It was excellent. I can now say I've eaten swordfish with goat cheese stuffed tomatoes.

Once the meal was down the hatch, it was time to go explore the essence of the Big Easy. Was it ever easy. Easy to drink, have a great time with friends, and hit up an establishment where boobies (and more)are the main attraction.

The cleanest I could post.

I want to point out that there is so much more I could write about, but I consider this somewhat of a "safe blog" and try to keep things rated PG. Let's just say I had no idea Larry Flynt got a bulk deal on properties. I'm least likely to get offended over that kind of stuff, but was shocked at how out in the open it was -it's not like we were in Amsterdam's Red Light District. They use all sorts of tactics to make things "less offensive" but let's call a spade a spade. I'll let your imaginations run wild.

Speaking of imagination. People make money, or entertain on Bourbon Street. Keep in mind that the tourism dollar is huge in the area and it's nothing to see a guy strumming a guitar or playing a mean jazz melody on a saxophone leaning against a building. Corners are fair game, too and the music blaring makes the experience. There is a live band going in every little joint, too.

Break it down. This little guy was very entertaining.

The kid in the photo (it was dark)was decked all in silver and dancing on milk crates and performing for the groups that would stop and watch. Impressive break-dancing and he was a bit of a contortionist. Silver make-up was creepy, but I was entertained.

Bourbon Street was home to birthday parties, bachelor parties and bachelorette parties, and even a newly wed couple enjoyed the sites as they rode in a horse drawn carriage sipping champagne in the wedding white. There were tourists carrying several strands of beads on their necks with a big beer in one hand and a world famous hurricane in the other. There are no inhibitions on Bourbon Street, nobody cares what you look like, nobody cares about taking photos, and everybody walks the street freely taking in the culture of the small shops, art galleries, and the beautiful architecture.

On Bourbon Street you can let it all hang out - it's really just that easy.