We also walked around Bourbon St. a few times. On Friday and Saturday night, even though it wasn't Mardi Gras, women were still showing their hooters for beads. The first one I saw hike up her shirt was well into her 50s. Now I got no problem with nekkid wimmin, but they sell beads in the shops for as little as 3 strings for $1. Use yer head, Grandma, and put those things away. Burbon St is a filthy, loud, crowded, cesspool filled with drunken louts, bars, and strip clubs - like Larry Flint's Hustler Club seen here. Americana at its best.