everything's bigger in the south

It is true what they say. Everything's bigger in the south, especially Antique stores, or Antique malls as they like to call them. They have nothing like em here in the Bay except for first sundays of every (weather approved) month at the Antique Collectibles Faire in Alameda Point (must go if you've never been).

I've always had an affinity for all things beautiful and old. I could spend a day's worth at an antique store and just LOOK. I get gitty, like a chubby girl in the biggest candy store holding up her favorite rainbow lollipop prancing around whenever I step into one. New Orleans was full of them. I tried my best to explore every single one I could find. I didn't buy anything. I just indulged on the old good stuff and snapped photos wherever I could.

My last stop was the Antique mall on Magazine street, a few blocks from where our air bnb was located while down in New Orleans. I told myself if I ever move to Nawlins, the Garden District round Magazine street would be ideal. The antique mall there was huge. Biggest I've seen in like NEVER. My eyes went goo goo at everything. To manage to collect so much and keep things so distinctly organized was just a damn trip.  

The mall was sectioned into 15 parts. From jewelry to furniture, vases and bottles to silverware and records. If it was old, prized and worth collecting, it was there. Waiting to be seen, swooned, paid for and adored.  

I snapped as many photos as I could at each and every section, but low an behold one of the clerks kept an eye out for me from the get while I held my big ass camera proudly. Followed me round shop and stopped me after 3 to 4 snaps and politely told me to snap no further. I sweetly apologized and replied that I no longer would. 

Still, I kept going. Managed to capture these.

And this one of the two of us. Just right on time before I got scolded again.

Felt so lucky to see everything I could.

Here's D'gary from Madagascar and yes my friends, this is a one man band. Sounds like 3 guitars at once but I assure you it's just him strummin and happily riffing his butt off. We spent the majority of dessert time  last night and breakfast time this early morning slow dancing to him. 

 Enjoy :)