Belly Gets to Nawlins

Thanks to The Great PD for all these wonderful photos of New Orleans in September, 2007.


Sitting naked on a New Orleans porch isn't all that unusual, unless you are as knock-out gawjus as Baby Isabella. Yes, Grandpa P. thought about splinters too, but he is assured there weren't any.



The beignets are still just as great at Cafe Du Monde and the Po Boys at Liuzza's haven't lost a beat. That LOOKS like a piece of processed meat in The Great FiveHead's Po Boy but it has to be a salamptical illusion.



The traffic lights still work just like they used to.



And at Jacques-imo's, The Great Plotnik's favorite restaurant in the world, you can still eat your dinner in the pickup truck parked out in front.



The Treme Brass Band still roams through the French Quarter Market.



Tubas and Trombones rule. Even inside. These guys are playing in church.



Hard work by The Great FiveHead and many others are the only hope for a city knocked down as hard and as far as New Orleans.




A foundation like this one...



...will lead to a house like this one by next Spring.



Plotnik and Ducknik are going to go soon. If anyone is interested in coming along, let us know.