It’s taken me a bit to write about our last day in New Orleans, partly because we went out to dinner in the evening to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary (yeah!), and spent the next day flying back the the Bahamas, but mostly because I spent the morning being annoyed. Paula wanted to go and see the mansions in the Garden District, so we headed over there. First we hit the cemetery, for more of the distinctive New Orleans corpse…
Today we took a boat trip into the marshes and bayous that make Louisiana such a great place for athlete’s foot. Oh, and seafood, and snakes and Spanish moss, and let’s not forget these guys. This was our first gator sighting from the boat, but we saw several more. Most of them are still hibernating in the mud, but a few of them took advantage of the warm weather we have been having to catch some rays. Let’s take a…
Today we took a tour of one of the famous New Orleans above ground cemeteries. The only way they allow you in is if you are on a tour, dead, or Nicolas Cage. They used to leave the gate open for everyone, but there were too many people making movies or offerings to the dead Voodoo priestesses for the Catholic church to be comfortable. One night the tomb of Marie Laveau turned bright pink. Followers of Voodoo would no doubt…
New Orleans, ah, New Orleans. Yоu mау enter aristocratic restaurants, where the immaculate floors are only passed in cleanliness by the spotless linen of the tables; where solemn dignity, as befits the refined pleasure of dinner, prevails, and where the waiter gives you the names of the dishes in both languages and bestows on you a napkin large enough to serve yоu as a shroud, if this strange melange of French and Southern cookery should give you a fatal indigestion….