New Orleans vacation (2 of 7): Animals.

At the coffee shop we went into in the hipster neighborhood to kill time at before going to dinner, we were just sitting around reading, when my one friend with the cat was like, "Look," and there in front of the open door of the coffee shop was a chicken, scratching.

Then, it came in and scratched around on the inside doormat a lot.

Later, after it had left, some neighborhood cat came in, too, and the 2 hipster baristas there were petting it as it was sitting on a chair...

At the restaurant that night, I got fried chicken, which was okay (though there was a lot of it), but the stewed okra with tomatoes was just astounding.