[Peachie]

We were in New Orleans in 1982 for a business meeting/convention and were staying at a lovely older hotel near the French Quarter, I believe it was the Fairmount (?). My husband had to attend a morning meeting and I decided to walk toward the downtown area, not the French Quarter. I went two blocks and was propositioned by some guy standing next to his car. I went right back to the hotel and didn't venture out again until hubby could come with me. Geezzzzz... I didn't even have my fishnets on! :dontknow:

(I could now walk the streets alone and not have to worry about being propositioned, lol.) But we aren't interested in going back.