New Orleans Guest House
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... Next stop was to see our accommodation for the next 2 nights. We were booked into the french quarter suites which turned out to be a old fashioned town house. Everyone pushed to the front to get the best rooms - heading upstairs but more fool them. Turns out upstairs was just one room with lots of beds in and us at the back ended up with a private room (well me and Mel shared). So nice to see beds again. A quick shower ...
... and houses some very old customers.
However, there was only one grave at St Louis No.1 that interested Sam. Marie Laveau, the infamous "Witch Queen of New Orleans". She ruled over a vast empire of voodoo worshippers in New Orleans until her death in 1881. Naturally, rumours still persist that she has somehow cheated death.
Her grave is surrounded by offerings left by all kinds ...
... through my mind, I pulled Betty into a quiet, secluded property (think "Deliverance") about an hour out of New Orleans.
As we were greeted by 4 young men, with the best Southern Louisiana accents you will ever hear, wearing checked shirts and rubber fishing overalls.. we knew we were in the right place !
Meeting "Captain Brian", (when you see the photo of our air boat, you'll see what I mean), didn't exactly allay our concerns for a safe return from the ...
... a peek inside a French Quarter house as one of the other guests was a local.
The next day I'd decided to treat myself to a swamp tour to go hunt down some alligators...and by hunt down I mean, of course, go "oooooooh" and hopefully snap a picture with my now trusty camera. I did the touristy thing and started my morning with beignets and coffee at cafe du monde then took a ride out to Slidell swamp. Our guide had grown up on the swamp and regaled ...
... Then we caught the tram, or streetcar as they're known here out to City Park. The park is huge, bigger than Central Park in NY, but we only saw one little corner. Love how a lot of the trees near the water or swamp down this way have the old man's beard fungus stuff hanging off them. Some pretty cool sculptures too. In the evening we set off for a dinner & jazz cruise on the paddle steamer Natchez down ...