A highway is less interesting than a train track running through the old parts of quaint, small southern towns. It is in this case, however, quicker. On this trip time was of the essence.
Dinner at Acme Oyster House always means standing in a line out front. Might as well take some pictures while you're there, right?
MO and her daughter ordered something called an Alligator Martini. It was awful. At least MO thought so. It was green and had a strange flavor.
MO checked the list of ingredients.
Sierra Mist.
That explains it.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, can I get some water?"
It was pretty chilly but that didn't stop mother and daughter from window shopping after dinner.
"Ooooh, look at that dress."
"What street are we on?"
"We have to come back here tomorrow.
"Think we can find it? Wait. Where are we?"
This is what the men hear, but what MO and her daughter know is that their style homing instinct will lead them right where they want to go.
They still won't know what street they are on.
Except for Jackie's

Here she is wearing one of them at the wedding they attended. The ribbon is actually one she took out of her Converse tennis shoe to make an impromptu belt.
Style not only means taste, but the ability to be creative in a pinch. The dress itself has no waistline, and has layers of pretty eyelet detail in the back. The bright tomato red is a stunner.
The Quarter is full of shops running the gamut from high end, to trendy and inexpensive. You can find something that you will bring home and actually wear, unlike the naughty t-shirt that you thought was clever after your second hurricane. Trust me. Buy yourself something nice instead. You'll be glad you did.
Coming up next week: our favorite new breakfast spot in The Quarter!
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