Day 2.
Wow, I am amazed at the amount of culture and spirit this town has. My first visit to the Big Easy was over 25 years ago, so in a sense, this is my first time here. Being the victim to the worse natural disaster to hit American soil has not hindered the people of this fine city. So, bring you appetite, your wallet and your spirit because you are in for a ride.
Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans. I remember being plastered to the television screen, my heart pounding and tears in my eyes. But not to worry. New Orleans is alive and well and there is a rebirth going on here. That's what I saw and heard from so many people.
I met many people in the two days I've been here who actually migrated to New Orleans after Katrina because they wanted to be a part of this rebirth. They wanted to do something worthwhile in their life. Wow! To George (Mr Fantastic) at the Hard Rock Cafe, with his bubbly infectious attitude to Asante at the tour stop who loves mystery and suspense books. My hat off to you and everyone else who stepped off the beaten path, left your familiar and well made path to come here. You are greatly appreciated and doing a fine job.
The energy here is breath taking. You have to remind yourself to eat. So don't you think people only come to the French Quarter to get their drink on. There are some serious activities going on from the horse drawn buggy rides along the streets of N'awlins to a ride down the Mississippi on the steamboat Natchez, and yes, if you want to get a serious drink on, this is the place. I had to visit Cafe Du Monde and get my beignet on if nothing else and out horse's name was Nuckle Head. Hey, I didn't name him.
Today we walked and walked and walked some more. There isn't enough space to show all 400 pictures. Sorry. Dinner was famous fried chicken and red beans and rice. Tomorrow I've got to find gumbo. I shouldn't really say find gumbo because its on every corner. what I meant is, I've got to find space in my stomach for gumbo. I can't get on the plane Sunday until I do. We ended the evening journey at the Irvin Mayfield's Jazz Playhouse. Nothing better than live jazz. But right now, as I sit on this very comfortable hotel bed at the Royal Sonesta Hotel propped against feather down pillows I really need to put away Aunt Sally's Praline Pecans.
I dont know what I was thinking when I opened them. You can't eat just one, or two or five for that fact. Tomorrow off to the aquarium and zoo and on Saturday I'm visiting the oldest cemetary in the city. St. Louis Cemetery. And yes, I said cemetary. You want character and history, visit an old cemetary and this one dates back to 1789. So cool!
Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans. I remember being plastered to the television screen, my heart pounding and tears in my eyes. But not to worry. New Orleans is alive and well and there is a rebirth going on here. That's what I saw and heard from so many people.
I met many people in the two days I've been here who actually migrated to New Orleans after Katrina because they wanted to be a part of this rebirth. They wanted to do something worthwhile in their life. Wow! To George (Mr Fantastic) at the Hard Rock Cafe, with his bubbly infectious attitude to Asante at the tour stop who loves mystery and suspense books. My hat off to you and everyone else who stepped off the beaten path, left your familiar and well made path to come here. You are greatly appreciated and doing a fine job.
The energy here is breath taking. You have to remind yourself to eat. So don't you think people only come to the French Quarter to get their drink on. There are some serious activities going on from the horse drawn buggy rides along the streets of N'awlins to a ride down the Mississippi on the steamboat Natchez, and yes, if you want to get a serious drink on, this is the place. I had to visit Cafe Du Monde and get my beignet on if nothing else and out horse's name was Nuckle Head. Hey, I didn't name him.
Today we walked and walked and walked some more. There isn't enough space to show all 400 pictures. Sorry. Dinner was famous fried chicken and red beans and rice. Tomorrow I've got to find gumbo. I shouldn't really say find gumbo because its on every corner. what I meant is, I've got to find space in my stomach for gumbo. I can't get on the plane Sunday until I do. We ended the evening journey at the Irvin Mayfield's Jazz Playhouse. Nothing better than live jazz. But right now, as I sit on this very comfortable hotel bed at the Royal Sonesta Hotel propped against feather down pillows I really need to put away Aunt Sally's Praline Pecans.
I dont know what I was thinking when I opened them. You can't eat just one, or two or five for that fact. Tomorrow off to the aquarium and zoo and on Saturday I'm visiting the oldest cemetary in the city. St. Louis Cemetery. And yes, I said cemetary. You want character and history, visit an old cemetary and this one dates back to 1789. So cool!
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