Cemeteries can be fun!

Provided they are appropriately old and spooky. Over the last few visits to New Orleans, I have rediscovered what fun rambling around the old tombs can be. When I was 16 and we lived in Mid-City, I used to walk our dog Sasha through an old cemetery off of Canal-- mainly so I could smoke cigarettes on the sly, but also for the thrill of glimpsing a misplaced femur through the cracks of derelict tombs.

Here are some fun, if sacrilegious, pics of Cysko and the girls at the Prytania Cemetery, followed by a picture of Sims and Tara, my step-bro and sis-in-law, just before they dined across the street at Commander's.

 

 

Sims and Tara looking dapper.