Words and photographs by Adrenus Craton

For the first time in a while, I have no words to describe this experience - Bourbon Street... 

Well, there are many words and descriptions, likes and dislikes, feelings and reactions, insights, revelations and ways to relate to this charmingly... unexpected southern pearl. 

Even now, I cannot stop hearing her rhythms.. those vibrations in my chest. Maybe it's just that I cannot find a way to sew those visions and emotions together... coherently. The tale would come across like an excited child whose been given ice cream in one hand, cotton candy in the other... while at the same time trying to describe how and where she came across a colorfully striped unicorn in a snowy abandoned field of rainbows, some made of flowers and the rest made purely from gold dust. Yes... exactly.

What I can do is provide a few facts... and paraphrase them from Wikipedia

"Rue Bourbon is a street in the heart of New Orleans' oldest neighborhood, the French Quarter. While it is now primarily known for its bars and strip clubs, Bourbon Street's history provides a rich insight into New Orleans' past. It quickly became a center of Creole culture that sought to avoid Americanization... hmm, interesting. Given Bourbon Street's high ground location in the French Quarter, it was mostly intact following 2005's Hurricane Katrina. 

Though largely quiet during the day, Bourbon Street comes alive at night,(yes, yes!) particularly during the French Quarter's many festivals. Most popular among these is the annual Mardi Gras celebration, when Bourbon Street teems with hundreds of thousands of tourists." Haide! <3

Ok, so maybe I wasn't completely at a loss for words :) but hopefully, these few photos will fill in the rest - my beloved, Bourbon Street... by night.

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