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Small Mardi Gras colored fake Louis Vuitton bag
Small Mardi Gras colors fake Louis Vuitton bag
Lost sports gear near City Park, New Orleans
Hi, Marie LeBlanc here. I lost my equipment for various sports after a morning workout on Tuesday around 7:45 a.m. I had left a gym bag filled with tennis racquets, a basketball, and a pair of cleats near the City Park jogging path, just east of the large oak trees by the lake. The bag has a bright yellow strap and a blue towel sticking out of the zipper. I’m anxious because that gear is for games and practice and also full of memories. If you came across it, I’d really appreciate any help locating it.
Lost black wireless earbuds with charging case and a small scratch on the left earbud near a café on Decatur Street in the French Quarter, New Orleans.
I lost my black wireless earbuds with a charging case while walking in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I remember having them at the café on Decatur Street, but when I got back to my hotel, I couldn’t find them in my bag. They have a small scratch on the left earbud, and I've had them for about six months, so they mean a lot to me.
Olive green North Face backpack with orange zipper pull
I lost my olive green North Face backpack yesterday around 3pm outside Cafe Du Monde on Decatur Street near Jackson Square in New Orleans. It's a medium-sized pack with a bright orange paracord keychain hanging from the zipper and a small sail-club patch on the front pocket. Inside are a spiral notebook, a camera charger, and my city map; there's also a coffee-stained receipt from yesterday stuck in the side pocket. The bag is a bit worn—scratches on the bottom and the strap is a tad frayed—but it holds papers I need for work. I really need it back; it has sentimental value and a couple of personal items I can't replace. If anyone finds it, please text me and we can arrange a pickup near the French Market.
lost: Carry-ons in New Orleans, LA
I lost my Carry-ons during a stroll through the French Quarter last weekend. It was around 3:42 p.m. on Saturday, near Jackson Square, while I stopped for a quick coffee and map check. My carry-ons include a striped tote and a small gray backpack with a red tag. The crowd hummed with street music, and the sun slanted through the iron balconies, turning the cobblestones gold. Losing them felt like losing a piece of my travel plans and the sense of safety they carried—snacks, sunscreen, a favorite hoodie tucked away inside. The bags are sturdy, with a sun-faded leather patch.