Frenchmen Street New Orleans

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New Orleans, i.e., NOLA, i.e., the Big Easy, i.e., Hurricane City, looks like a French, Spanish, and Caribbean sundae with sprinkles of America on top. Bourbon Street sounds like horns, …

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Surprisingly I got up early and went for breakfast. It was a really good breakfast and got for a change my first scramble eggs and crispy bacon here in America. ,) Did my laundry and enjoyed sunbathing by the hotel pool. Just felt a bit like, that im out of my body. A different kind of hangover. Lol …

So, we were on the road to Louisiana... I didn't know how to feel. I had waited for this day for so long and now it was finally here. Would New Orleans live up to my expectations? Would we enjoy Bourbon Street? Is it as dangerous as everyone seems to think? and most importantly, what was it going to be like after Katrina? All these questions were …

... my pal Ade at the Café Brasil, who gets me good & high and regales me with crazy tales for quite a long time. Frenchmen Street is literally jumping from curb to curb with good times and people who are by now totally out of their minds, and again I ...

... jazz but it just wasn't cutting the mustard. Known for its jazz music, why is it so hard to find? We end up on Frenchmen street where the only band playing is halfhearted at best. Guessing Monday's aren't a big night in the crescent city. Our visit ...

... the USA is apparently the most dangerous!? The first night a few of us from the hostel hit the town, bar hopping down Frenchmen Street. This street is great, bar after bar all with live music and no cover charge. We watched folk bands, blues bands, jazz ...

... , once again, we shunned the bright lights and brutal booze benders of Bourbon street for the more subdued and mellowing musical magic of Frenchmen street. The first bar we hit was Cafe Negril, in which a three piece acoustic band (lead, rhythm and bass) ...

... house on Elysian Fields between Rampart & Burgundy. I had many thoughts of cruising out to look into the happenings on Frenchmen Street, for example, but thought better of it in my old age and turned in early. Tuesday morning I accompanied Tom to ...

... that the best place to hear Jazz was actually away from Bourbon Street on Frenchmen Street and so we took a walk in that direction. Frenchmen Street is actually home to many of the oldest Jazz clubs in NOLA. As we walked past one of them, The Spotted ...

... houses, people practicing voodoo, or chefs concocting Cajun and Creole delights, self-expression is protected in New Orleans. Even at the wildest hour on Bourbon Street, police on horseback stand back from the crowd, smiling, and letting people pet their ...

... our expectation were indeed confounded and despite our rather, fuddy duddy shocked reaction to the raw pursuit of the carnal in Bourbon Street we loved New Orleans for its architectural beauty, its joie de vivre and its compulsion to party like its 1999. ...

... . I spent a great evening chatting with Batina (the Bartenda) and “Patricia” (the stippa from New York, upstate) … down on Frenchmen Street, where all the great live music is. I flitted between the jazz being played at the Spotted Cat, ...

... more bucks and turned straight home to the hostal. After this impressive encounter with Wendell on my last evening in New Orleans I did not want to go to Frenchmen any more. With my head full of music I walked all the way home, knowing that on the next ...