CROISSANT D'OR PATRONS IN ALL THEIR GLORY

It was fun trying to identify who were tourists and who were locals. There was never any doubt which category I fell into, what with my balloon-animal hat and my "I GOT BOURBON-FACED ON SHIT STREET" t-shirt. But at least I didn't buy an outrageously-priced New Orleans ball cap from a street huckster pretending to represent a charitable organization. That would have been too degrading.