La Quinta Inn & Suites New Orleans Airport
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Today was my first day of properly being a tourist! Met up with my contiki tour group at half8, felt like a kid at their first day of school again all nervous but excited at the same time. Phil our tour guide seemed super excited & let us know what we would be getting up to. A little disappointed at first as the alligator swamp tour was yesterday but hopefully I'll have the chance in Florida as that's something I'm really excited to do. ...
... is where people come to party. Bar after bar, neon signs everywhere, and you can drink on the streets! We ended up going to The Tropical Isle where everyone was ordering up 'hand grenades' apparently "New Orleans strongest drink", but we opted instead for 3 'Shark Attacks' which prompted a ritual to serve them that involved a 6-inch plastic shark, a bell, a whistle and getting ice thrown in your face. Super duper funny. :) After a little ...
... to suffice him until his bag arrives. I couldn't resist buying a Te-shirt with a transfer of a voodoo doll with a pin stuck in it.
Places of interest we visited included:
The Ursuline Convent, built in 1752, is the oldest building in the Mississippi Valley. We took a walk through the Convent. Of most interest were the rooms telling the history of the Battle of New Orleans. We never did find the stained glass window depicting the Battle of New ...
... s where the Gulf meets the Mississippi’s mouth,
We drove an hour over massive Lake Pontchetrain,
After Katrina it’s the one that put the levy under strain,
And half of the Potchentrain ended up on the city,
Where they’re still recovering, it’s such a pity.
Wednesday we caught the free shuttle into town,
There were more mansions, lots of parks and trams around,
... tendrils of rain down to gently caress the surface of the earth. As we cross the mighty Pontchartrain the rain scours us with its baptism welcoming us fully cleansed into the arms of the great city. It began to wash away my own fears that this city might not indeed hold the charm of its past. The true soul of the city cannot be washed away in the storm. It can only be cleansed and born anew. Now to enjoy the great city's reincarnation...