Royal Barracks Guest 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 ...
... of the deceased are placed in bags and put at the back of the vaults. The coffins are destroyed to make room for recently deceased family members who are then placed in the tombs with the bones. The graves are above ground because the water table in New Orleans is so high and shallow graves are not a suitable option since flooding causes coffins to float out of the graves.
After visiting the cemetery, we walked into into several of the ...
... Orleans is about. I have a video clip of her talking about how she will get green and yellow hair for Mardi Gras (coming up soon) so you can pin her accent. She also often finished sentences with 'you know Ma bebe?' 'In New Orleans we will find any reason to have a party. It is one of the few places you can get drunk and pass out on the gutter, then get up in the morning and do it all over again. Ain't no body gonna ask you any questions. Have you been to Bourbon ...
... wig, with the most amazing false eyelashes and gold sparkle eye-shadow and the longest gold sparkle nails He is not a Pretty Woman more like Little Richard as Larry says. Anyway it is a very nice hotel and very close to the French Quarter so it was Hello New Orleans!
We have ridden on the Charles Street Tram, seen the Mississippi River, been to the Garden District, had a Mule ride through the streets of the ...
... never seen this done and were retelling each other amidst bursts of laughter what had just happened.
As quickly as we could get away from their laughter we boarded our tiny American Eagles flight and headed off to see the sights of New Orleans, or as the locals all say here, New Awlins.
Our taxi driver couldn't have been more stereotypical of what we expected. He looked and sounded just like Mr T from the A-team all the while listening to ...