One of the crazy things about living in a city with four real seasons is that you forget what the other seasons feel like. When it’s winter, I have no tangible recollection of how warm sun feels on my skin, and if I go on vacation, my body is always surprised by the change in temperature. Even though it’s barely fall here in Boston, I was shocked at how hot it was in New Orleans! Our first full day there, it was ninety degrees, and we were all melting after a few hours in the sun. Luckily, I checked the weather forecast before I packed (SO important!) and had some very light and breezy clothes to wear…
Taking a little break from our Voodoo walking tour to be a stoop kid
I loved the color of the iron railings on this building!