Wednesday, March 1, 2017
It's also the city that bleaches the streets of the entire French Quarter every day. 'Cos, oh man, does it need it. I fully understand now why my parents never took the kids near Bourbon Street when we visited New Orleans as children. On the weekends, it's full of drunk people 24/7, from every age group, every demographic, dressed in every which way. Equal opportunity. It's interesting.
Without having to go too far from the group Vrbo (there were 12 of us in a condo), there was jazz music on Frenchman Street (sis + I spent approximately 6 hours at Bamboula's), terrible walking ghost tours around the neighborhood, Willa Jean's for brunch the day after Beyonce visited, faaaaaaaaaantastic food everywhere, restored apartments from the 1850s, a vast collection of antique shops, junk to buy at the French Market, and fried dough / beignets at Cafe du Monde. Oh, and of course, plastic cups for beer shaped like a woman's torso. Stay classy, Bourbon.
When you're not feeling like drinking wine while on a neighborhood ghost tour in the French Quarter, New Orleans City Park is larger than NYC's Central Park, and has a lovely botanical garden and statue garden as well.
New Orleans is a really lovely place to visit. The minute you step outside of the French Quarter, it also looks like a lovely place to live.