The requisite destination to New Orleans (NOLA) is the French Quarter; however, it ain’t all Bourbon Street! If you’ve never been to Bourbon Street, then you’ve missed the smells and sights of a party place reserved primarily for the young and stalwart drinker relegated to a few parallel cobblestone streets lined with bars with catchy names, like “Huge Ass Beer” – known for a plastic beer container with a protruded posterior and 72-ounces of libation and a tee-shirt emblazoned with the phrase “How much ass can you handle”. You can’t make this stuff up.
Another extremely popular destination is the Cafe Du Monde; famous for their interpretation of beignets and coffee laced with chicory.
I have fondness for the coffee from a memory of having coffee with my grandfather when my brother and I would visit my grandparent’s home during Summer vacation from elementary school.
My grandfather, born in 1900, lived as an adult during the great depression in the 1920’s. Many of those of the era, including my grandfather, would, due to the lessor cost, use chicory to extend their more expensive coffee. If you’ve never tried this type of coffee, it is on par with a Starbucks-Americano, with three shots. It’s an eye opener.
As for beignets, the name must be French for “may I have some fried bread and powdered sugar”. It is a culinary indulgence not recommended for those of us eating gluten free or trying to shed our beer baby; but what the heck, it’s a NOLA thang!
A different NOLA is off Bourbon and N. Peters Streets on the back side of Jackson Square and down the streets of Toulouse, Dumaine, and St. Louis. There is a mix of restaurants, shops and 3-4 story apartments. Many of the streets are one-way only and quite narrow; especially when street performers are busking for their daily bread
We’ve searched for homes to buy in several states across the USA and have used the Multiple Listing Service (MLS) to cull our search. It seems that NOLA has added a new category for residences when we saw a sign that added, as one of the selling points, ‘Not Haunted”. Not something I’d ever considered as a draw, but hey, we’re not in Kansas anymore.
It appears there is another world of gentry lurking behind the drawn shutters and wooden doors hardened by age and use.
We spied a glimpse of ‘normal’ life through a metal fleurs-de-lis gate and found a beautiful slate patio area lined with ferns and wrought iron furniture surrounded by a bright-yellow stucco edifice.
I’m an odd bird when it comes to the way I think and process information. Whenever I visit a zoo and stand to study an animal, I often wonder if the animal is, in turn, studying me.
From the number of residences, that are the grace of NOLA, perched above the shops and bars, I have to wonder what, those who live above this foray and watch the day-to-day mass of humanity pass below them, are thinking of us. Maybe the zoo came to them.
Our shell is staying a bit more in NOLA and the Paisley Turtle is inching onward to new experiences of people and stories to tell.
(All photos by Jennie Edwards)