Places Sandi Wants to Go

The South's nickname was supposedly born at a former bank in New Orleans' French Quarter.

This Birdsill Holly fire hydrant is the remnant of a very different type of hydration innovation.

After the parade, students throw their beads on the tree hoping for good luck on exams.

The stone labyrinth in this New Orleans city park was laid to symbolize healing in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.

A little piece of Paris in the sultry south of the U.S.

A pink cottage covered in hearts served as a haven and a resting place for LGBTQ activists.

Formerly known as National D-Day Museum, this collection commemorates the battles of Normandy and WWII.

This float factory takes the mask off of Mardi Gras and lets visitors see where the magic happens.

Once defending the city of New Orleans from invasion by sea, this fort faces an uncertain future.

Made of giant chains and hung with shackles, this iron cross honors those unknowns who perished under American slavery.

The crumbling remains of a 19th century fortess.

By day this New Orleans square is for pedestrians, but by night it is a kingdom of kittens.

A 200-year-old building in the French Quarter that was to be Napoleon's home in the New World.

Despite the ever pressing encroachment of urban sprawl this grand New Orleans manse still stands.

This knobby, drooping New Orleans oak is a favorite place both for climbing and for meeting giraffes.

This historic "City of the Dead" lies prominently in the center of New Orleans' famous Garden District.

The second oldest continuously operating bar in Louisiana.

This New Orleans tree is filled with hidden chimes that produce a carefully tuned melody.

This symbolic piece of New Orleans architecture is also home to a few ghastly stories.

The final resting place of New Orleans' most famous voodoo priestess.

The only international border marker within the United States.

Commonly referred to as the most photographed Victorian home in the United States.

Under the right circumstances, this waterfall in Yosemite briefly turns a luminescent fiery orange.

A rococo retro-futurist future-rustic vernacular between yesterday’s tomorrow and the future that never was.