I recently spent a few days in New Orleans, Louisiana. We stumbled upon this city in celebration of a bachelorette party for a girlfriend of mine. We were all attracted to the history, culture, architecture and of course, the food for this particular excursion.
We used Air B&B for our accommodations and totally lucked out. Late Thursday evening we were greeted by our host with a tour of the property, detailed with personal haunting experiences and lifestyle/history of the estate’s original owners. He assured us the hauntings were “party spirits” only looking for a good time like most folks that come to New Orleans… intended to help us sleep assured?
The estate was four stories high, now broken down into what seemed like 5 apartments or “air b&b’d” space, as well as stables and the old “slave quarters”. The original owners of the home had wealth up to their noses, the door frames of every entry way are 9feet+ high, marble fireplaces reaching over 5feet tall, extravagant chandelier fixtures, and elegant wrap around staircases. The original taste behind the architecture in New Orleans demonstrates fine Parisian taste which made me wish I could go back in time to experience the era at it’s peak.
The front of the estate, currently.
Courtyard leading into the back part of the estate.
The pool and backend of the estate.
We spent the first full day in the bayou and exploring a small plantation that over-looked the Mississippi River. The bayou tour included sightings of alligators and other native swamp wild life. The plantation visit included a narrative of the lives of the individuals who once inhabited it, as well as, a glimpse into the affluent culture that dominated that time.
The Bayou ❤
Our guide brought us in out, around the curves of the bayou, detailing, of course, some more history of the generations that lived in the swam land during the early 1900’s. I ate up every piece of history like it was eternal truth, however, I’m critical to the specifics of the stories. Throughout the duration of our journey our guide insisted on the “sweet nature” of gators. So much so, that we were all able to pass around and hold his “second daughter” Allie.
The sweet little Allie.
The plantation visit included a narrative of the lives of the individuals who once inhabited it, as well as, a glimpse into the affluent culture that dominated the region of that time.
So Saturday we ate and wandered our way through the French Quarter; in and out of shops, taking a few snapshots of our fun and the delicious cajun and southern comfort food items:
Cajun Shrimp Benedict
Fried Oyster Benedict
Felt fabulous in Vintage Fur Coats from the 40’s/50’s…
We masqueraded in fun and had our palms read in front of the St. Louis Cathedral by a woman named Fox with blue lips. She described our individual personalities in detail, and told us how we would all live long, be able to have many babies, and make millions over our lifetimes.
We paid a special visit to Queen Marie Laveau’s original home on Bourbon street to learn more about Voodoo and found a few more small museums in the French Quarter to soak up any further history. New Orleans treated us well in food and character, and I’ll always have a big warm place for that city in my heart.
I’m currently still enjoying the art of this travel by daydreaming about the bayou and French influence with two new novels (Voodoo in New Orleans and A guide to the Historic French Quarter).
I found a few lovely historic hotels in the French Quarter that I would love to travel back just to stay at in New Orleans:
Bourbon Orleans Hotel
Hotel St. Maire