Seven things

I took myself today on a little trip downtown.
Here (in chronological and geographical order) are a few of the sights I saw:

1.An elderly Hare Krishna monk, in white robes walking under the oaks.
2.A dead middle aged male body on the sidewalk, surrounded by efficient and calm police and EMS.
3.A living middle aged hooker, chatting with her pimp outside of a motel. Even more surreally cliche, she was dressed much like Donna here (albeit in basic black, and sadly without those glasses):

More sadly still, she seemed to be about the same age as Donna.
4.A guy in a rumbled suit, stumbling out of a bar, a stream of orange vomit stumbling out of his mouth, nearly hitting my shoes.
5.Four separate groups of French tourists. Ironic, but the French quarter seems infested with the French. Why would they come here, I can't imagine.
6.The most beautiful 7 foot tall young man I've ever seen.
7.An AIDS patient being patiently wheeled into the bar by his nurse.