Saturday, August 14, 2010

Day 363 (Red Dress Race)

As my mom and I walked through the hotel lobby this morning, a guy wearing a red dress walked past us. This was only slightly shocking, we were in New Orleans after all, and he was being followed by two of his female friends, telling him not to make a spectacle of himself. Then we started noticing red dress everywhere.

We soon found out that today just happened to be the day of the Red Dress Run, an annual event that raises money for various charities. Every year, over 4,000 people show up in the city wearing red dresses to participate in the event, and we just happened to be there to see it all. We weren't exactly sure where to go, but all we had to do was follow the people in the red dresses.

Since we were in New Orelans, we had to get beignets, essentially fried dough covered in powdered sugar. This was the line we would have had to wait in at the Cafe du Monde:

Fortunately, when we showed up, a helpful waiter asked if we wanted an order to go, and we said yes. He walked into the kitchen and brought us an order of beignets and two cups of creamed coffee, sugars and stirring sticks. I gave him a really nice tip.

As we explored the town, we kept seeing these mule-drawn carriages. There was a huge line of them waiting for customers across the street from the cafe in front of this building that reminded me, as many things do, of Disneyland.

We had a great time in the French Quarter, which is wonderful place for drinking...(My mom drinking a virgin mango ice cream daiquiri. I had a banana one with rum! XD

eating... (here we have gumbo, jumbalaya, and alligator nuggets)

music...(the jazz band that played while we ate)

and shopping.

After that, we went on a tour of the Bayou, which was kind of similar to the Everglades, but definitely had its own character.

During the tour, other tour groups kept roaring by in air boats. I'm gonna have to go on one of these some day.

Just like the Everglades, there were alligators, which the tour guide actually called out to in some kind of French/Cajun language, enticing them with marshmallows, or as he called them, "gator crack." The big one in these pictures is a 13 footer!

Unlike the Everglades, we got to hold a gator, albeit a very small one.


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