Beignet dust. Mmmm...
This city is just fabulous. I wish we had more excuse to make such a long drive if they always ended with thrilling nightlife, raucous celebrations, and sweet, delicious, hot beignets from one of the most famous pastry shop that side of the Mason-Dixon. So worth it. Also, Hubs' pants look like a galaxy. Just sayin.
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