It was still dark when my eyes opened, and my brain registered the blaring sound of my alarm. My phone screen read 3:50 am, the last of four alarms I had set two hours before to prevent the disaster that would be missing the flight to New Orleans. I had never missed a flight (by any fault of mine), and I was not about to miss this one.
Groggily, I slid out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready. 30 minutes later, we were downstairs patiently waiting for the Uber driver to find the right place. He couldn’t, not without my help. So I called to give appropriate directions, and in 5 minutes we were on our way to the airport.
10 am (ish) and about 20 aerial shots later, we had made it to the city that would be our home for the weekend. Excitement warded off every trace of sleep.
We checked into a cute little guesthouse 5 mins (drive) away from the French Quarter in Treme. Our host Liz was warm, kind and offered suggestions of things to do to get us started. Meanwhile, I couldn’t stop admiring the space she prepared for us. It was impeccably neat and beautifully decorated. The trip had just started but I already wanted to extend it.We were out of the door as quickly as we came in.
The weather was nice and warm, a welcome departure from the cold earlier in the morning, so we decided to walk (approx. 20 mins) to the French Quarter. Destination – Café Du Monde.
After settling our beignet cravings, we walked up and down NOLA’s small streets, stopping to watch anything of interest or take photos. We heard someone rap a short verse about us, which was hilarious because he did it just as we were walking past, and Jackson square left us both transfixed by a man playing the steel drums.
I couldn’t get enough of the beautiful buildings decorated for mardi gras. Some of them have been standing since colonial times. Quick history lesson – Louisiana was colonized by both the French and Spanish.
As the sun started to set, we walked back home to grab a quick nap before heading out to a jazz club. Seeing as New Orleans is the birthplace of jazz, we simply could not pass this one up. Plus, I like jazz.
The Spotted Cat was a good choice. However, after about 2 sets, we decided to walk around a bit. A 2-minute walk from the jazz club brought us to Dat Dog (where we had the best hotdogs) – I wrote about them here – and Frenchmen Arts Market.
Visiting New Orleans felt like going back in time. In certain parts, the buildings looked like something out of an 1800’s period drama, and I think this is what I love about it. The easy and seemingly care-free attitude of the city only adds to that.
Have any of you visited New Orleans? How did you like it? Leave me a comment to let me know.
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All photos shot and edited on iPhone 6S+
same footprints, different sands