I spent the last couple days in the Big Easy for a big dermatology meeting (for work). It's fun to try to capture a city in 45 minutes of free time before the day begins. Last year, I did it in Miami. Luckily for both spots, their convention centers are sort of plopped in the thick of it - unlike New York's Javitz Center, which may as well be in New Jersey. NOLA's stretches a mile, separating the river from the industrial chic Warehouse District where you can find Aidan Gill for Men and Cochon Butcher (where they sell bacon pralines). Yesterday, I did breakfast at the breezy, marble-filled comfort food joint, Stanley, on Jackson Square (above) and then buzzed through the nearly empty (and quite magical that way) French Quarter.
From the window of the newer Aidan Gill for Men outpost near the gallery district...the other is on a great section of Magazine Street near great little antiques shops.