Walking through the French Quarter during Mardi Gras, I saw this really huge purple and orange sign, sparkling from blocks away. When I got closer, a cute boy was pushing a cart, with fake boxes of ice cream and glass bottles of booze. Onlookers, who seemed more like locals, kept stopping him to take his picture. What's this all about? I wondered.
Turns out he dressed up as K&B, a defunct drug store chain that was headquarted in New Orleans. According to Wiki, they had their own line of ice cream (Creole Cream Cheese!!!), liquor, and even beer. It would be the equivalent of Thrifty's, for us Californians (both bought out by Rite Aid! Oh, corporate America).
By the excitement this guy created just walking down the street, this was clearly a big deal to the locals-- K&B represents for them the microcosm of NOLA's unique past: the town, its history, its culture. At this moment, I realized that New Orleans operates in its own little bubble.
This is my last NOLA post. SAD! I love that town so so much, and I encourage everyone to visit, at least once in their lifetime. The food, the people, the life! Thank you for such a memorable time.
Check out the all my NOLA and Mardi Gras pics here. Don't miss The Cock and Baby Penis. [flickr album=72157623322710805 num=30 size=Thumbnail]