Note: We took this trip almost 2 months ago but along the way I kept notes about our time away. What follows is an account of our trip based on notes, photographs and our memories. Enjoy! This is part 3 in our trip to New Orleans series. If you missed the first post follow this link to read about our time in Memphis: http://fstopmama.wordpress.com/2013/11/10/on-the-road-to-new-orleans/
If you missed the second post follow this link to read about “Camping on the North Shore of Lake Pontchartrain”: http://fstopmama.wordpress.com/2013/12/29/camping-on-the-north-shore-of-lake-pontchartrain/
The Lake Pontchartrain Causeway Bridge was impressive to say the least. At almost 24 miles long this bridge is the longest bridge over water (continuous). After doing a little research on Google, I found this bridge had been listed by Guinness World Records as the longest bridge over water since 1969. After the opening of Jiaozhou Bay Bridge in China in 2011, Guinness decided to create two categories for bridges over water. The one in China being the longest over water (aggregate). (Source: Wikipedia)
Unfortunately, I was unable to get a shot of this impressive bridge. With no spots to pull over and a desire to be in New Orleans, snapping a shot of the bridge was not in the cards. After crossing the bridge we quickly found our exit and looked for what would be home for the next seven days in the heart of the Marigny district.
We found the Creole Inn with little problem, it was time to park the Miata and head on over to the French quarter for some much-needed breakfast. We stopped to check in with Charlie, the innkeeper, to make sure our car would be fine where we parked it. He was very friendly and pointed out several local places in the neighborhood to explore later. We were told our room would be ready around three and off we went.
It was a beautiful day for a walk. The weather was perfect, 75 and sunny. The streets were fairly quiet, no doubt people were sleeping off hangovers from the Saint’s Sunday night game. We decided on breakfast at the French Market and it was an excellent first stop. The Cajun potatoes were delicious.
Within the first hour Shane realized shorts were in order. I had been smart and put mine on that morning. We stopped in Fiorella’s Cafe to grab to-go drinks for our walk back to the car. Brook the bartender, was having a bad Monday but we managed to make her smile and lifted her spirits. She made us excellent flavored martinis to-go.
After arriving at the car to change into shorts, we were pleasantly surprised to find our room was ready ahead of schedule. Settled and unpacked we were back at it. A drink at the Golden Lantern, a trip down Bourbon Street in the early afternoon, a stop in Musical Legends park for some live music, a frozen mango concoction, a hand grenade, and a hurricane at Pat O’Brien’s rounded out the first part of the day.
~The Golden Lantern ended up being our home away from home, we managed to stop in at least once a day while visiting the French Quarter~
~Shane’s first New Orleans tourist drink, the hand grenade~
Waking up refreshed from a much needed nap, it was time to hit up Frenchmen Street for some local flair. We wandered into the Spotted Cat off of Frenchman. The place was packed, the drinks free-flowing, and the music bumping. Two live bands rocked the house. People continued to pour in throughout the night. We met people from all over, Australia, Switzerland, Toronto, south side of Indianapolis (small world), and locals alike. A melting pot of sorts. Turns out that evening we had the most fun we’ve had on a Monday night in a long time. Finally at 2:30 am it was time to rest our tired eyes. Our bed slept like a dream.
~The Spotted Cat during the day, my camera stays at home in the evening when the drinks are flowing~
Tuesday morning arrived and we already felt like the place fit us like a glove. We were already discussing ways to make the move down. After a delicious breakfast at the Ruby Slipper it was time for a stroll through the Quarter. We wandered into an Irish pub for beers and contemplated our next move, finding a barber shop for Shane. Normally he shaves his own head but in this case he had let the hair grow too much, a barber shop was needed.
~Delicious local breakfast spot~
~Beer flight at the Irish pub. Abita beer is brewed locally about 30 miles north of New Orleans~
~Shane showing off his newly shaved head~
After relaxing and by relaxing I mean taking a nap, we headed out for dinner. I found this place called Adolfo’s after doing some searching online. What a find! Adolfo’s was a tiny hole in the wall upstairs restaurant, with a cozy feel and some of the most delicious food I’ve ever had. We got there early and it was a good thing, the place soon had a line down the stairs. During our dinner people around us were sharing their food saying “you have got to taste this”. What a fantastic dining experience at a very reasonable price, averaging $15 a dish. By this time I had fallen completely in love with the atmosphere of New Orleans.
~Adolfo’s on Frenchmen Street, worth the wait~
For New Orleans, the evening had turned cold but we found a cozy, open air courtyard, Mojito bar with live music for after dinner drinks. Saddling up to the bar was surprisingly warm. On stage the oldest musician was 22, the other two were 16 and 17, incredible to see such young talent playing and after they were headed to another gig.
After having such a great time the night before we had to make our last stop of the evening, the Spotted Cat. Another wonderful night of live New Orleans style music. Again we met lots of new people and added to the list of countries, Russia and Austria.
~The Spotted Cat on Frenchmen Street, by day~
On Wednesday our intention was to make it over to the warehouse district but a quick stop into the Golden Lantern turned into meeting more new people and enjoying several beverages. The day quickly melted away with stops in Flanigan’s Pub, Sneaky Pete’s, back to the Golden Lantern for trivia, The Maison, and ended with the Blue Nile night club where the music and the energy of the place was electrifying.
~Don, one of many people we met at the Golden Lantern, he had some fantastic New Orleans stories to tell us. It also so happens he was originally from Goshen, Indiana, just down the road from where Shane grew up~
Our first three days were a whirlwind of fun, relaxation, live music, many drinks, great food, meeting lots of new people and many photographic opportunities. What would the rest of the week hold for us?
Stay tuned to find out!
A few more photos from our first few days in New Orleans:
~A common scene in New Orleans, musicians playing in the streets of the French Quarter~
~Morning happy hour, this place is awesome!~
~Mimosa at the Ruby Slipper. I could not pass up this delicious drink with breakfast. You know what they say “When in Rome”~
~Saint Louis Cathedral overlooking Jackson Square~
~Another familiar sight in the French Quarter~
~A night shot down Canal Street, while waiting for the street car. Did I mention we did not move the Miata the entire week? Walking and street cars were the preferred mode of transportation~
Up next: Quality time spent in the cemetery!