Being in the French Quarter is such a treat for the senses! It is like no other place, and I wouldn’t want it to ever change. However, one morning I decided to buy my husband a tin of his favorite chewing tobacco because I noticed he was running low. I walked to several corner grocery stores and while they sold cigarettes they seemed puzzled as to what “Copenhagen” was. Chewing tobacco, I explained. No, they didn’t have any. Luckily, I spotted a Walgreen’s on Decatur Street near Jackson Square. The outside of the old brick building did not look like a Walgreen’s, but that’s the charm. Inside, it was just like my Walgreen’s back home.