French Quarter

 
Pup and all, the boy and I trotted around The French Quarter on the final days of our trip. No stranger to the chaos of a new city, Mr. Oliver was quiet impressive on his a little over a month long trip across the states. Constantly greeting anyone that could potential get sucked in by his charms, the pup turned a whole two years old while on the road. I cannot believe how time flies! I remember just last year, little party hat and all (see here). According to his dad, he is a real man now, having "marked" his territory from here to Timbuktu, I mean the edge of Florida. Men. Need I say more? 

 
Dress: Vintage via Black and Brown
Cross-Body: Vintage Coach via Women's Exchange Inc.
Pumps: Cathy Jean (last seen here) Hat: Thrifted via Goodwill