The Degas House
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... re Smiling."
Rode the Canal Street and St. Charles trolleys.
Wandered the Garden District. Was dazzled by New Orleans architecture.
Ate a praline.
Finally understood that New Orleans is NOT on the Gulf of Mexico at the mouth of the Mississippi but 100 miles upstream.
Wondered what in hell people in the French Quarter do afterwhile if they don’t drink, especially on Bourbon Street. Wall-to-wall bars. Also, voodoo ...
... even though it was pretty spicy for my tastes and my tongue and face was on fire, everything was too delicious not to eat. Chris being the freak that he is actually added some hot sauce. Walking around the French Quarter was very cool. The buildings were beautiful and there were people everywhere, way to drunk for 2pm. Local horn bands were playing in the street and we just enjoyed the atmosphere. A cool thing about New Orleans and a few other towns ...
So the bus arrives at New Orleans at 5.50am, I hadn't really thought what I would do then...Queen of planning that I am. So I find a taxi to take me to Mcdonalds and sit there for an hour while I wait for it to be a decent enough time to find the hostel. I find the Hostel and I'm sure it would have been fine to come at any time. Anyway, I have a sleep for a couple of hours. The girls in the room ...
... worth the quirky experience. Once everyone finished up eating we split up and two of us went down to explore bourbon street. We started out at pat o'briens, a place I discovered the last time I was here. And it didn't disappoint this time either. The pianos were set up and the performers were even better this time around. Even got them to play a cheeky down under mix. We also embraced the local specialty drink which ...
... my breath through most of the store in fear of inhaling any immortal spirits. A young girl stood near the counter begging her dad to purchase for her a small black bag of what sounded like pebbles grinding together. I don’t blame him for instead persuading her with ice cream later.
We didn’t linger the French Quarter for very long before heading back to where we parked the car praying it would still be there, equipped with four tires. The ...