We stopped to look at this awesome storefront (so did a bunch of other people). In case it was not clear, these people are not people, they are cool creepy mannequins. Not pictured: the vintage stove store that told my Mom her bright red 50s stove (cost to her: $50) is worth about six grand if she ever decided to sell it. Wheeee!
Random dispatches from my adopted city of New Orleans, Louisiana. Check out the 2008 archive for pics of the big road trip my mom and I went on.
(photo of me by Cat Crawford)
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