Yet another adventure with no planned destination has resulted in some fabulous finds. Walked around the Third Ward today and while seeking shelter from the rain, stumbled into a well-hidden antique shop. Picture this: Gigantic cream-brick old, old building turned Paint-Ball-Antique-Shop-Studio. Mhhm. I would love to share with you the name of the place, but I really can't recall it, and where's the fun in that anyway? Exploring is half the fun. The highlights? The owner barters prices, there are dogs, and good music. Did I mention it's down the street from Anthropologie and Retique?
Paint Ball Daves