During my trip to New Orleans, I visited the Garden District for the first time. The neighborhood was quiet as we strolled through, "ooo-ing and ahhh-ing" over the beautiful colors on the homes, intricate iron work, and sheer history of it all. Then we stumbled upon the cemetery. Some graves were from the 1700s and were filled with family members up through today. It was beautiful, eerie, and humbling all at once. The trees were incredible, and yes, I hugged one, say what you will. I was mesmerized by the beads that hung in some of them. When where they tossed there? By whom? How long have they been there? Roots tear through the concrete everywhere, a fight between nature and modern architecture. Magazine street was lined with quirky cafes, cute shops, and inviting bars. I will definitely spend more time in the Garden District on my next visit.