The place we frequented the most was the French Market. It was like a block from our hotel and on the way to everything. We shopped, we ate, we walked through it again and again. It reminded me of a California swap meet only smaller and much more condensed. You could buy just about anything you wanted here. Jewelry, art, clothes, African soap, gators in all forms, etc. You name it they probably have it.
Fresh produce as well. One of the things that stood out to me was the diverse amount of cultures there selling their goods. Africans, Jamaicans, Middle Easterners, Asians, Orientals, Italians, etc. Some were very pushy.
The photos don't show the number of people there. Don't know how I missed the people in my photos.
The market at night. Totally empty, except for a homeless here and there.
Hubby actually stopped traffic for this one. Well, two kind ladies stopped to let him take the photo. Right when he was about to snap the shot the market lights went out then came right back on for him!