{"id":259,"date":"2019-01-11T15:44:00","date_gmt":"2019-01-11T20:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.messysuitcase.com\/index.php\/2019\/01\/11\/36-hours-in-new-orleans\/"},"modified":"2019-01-11T15:44:00","modified_gmt":"2019-01-11T20:44:00","slug":"36-hours-in-new-orleans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/messysuitcase.com\/index.php\/2019\/01\/11\/36-hours-in-new-orleans\/","title":{"rendered":"36 Hours in New Orleans"},"content":{"rendered":"
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After the first two days on the road headed for Mexico, we decided to give our cats a break from the car — and ourselves a chance to stretch our legs — and booked an apartment for a couple of nights in New Orleans.<\/p>\n

We stayed in the lower level of a house we found on HomeAway.com<\/span><\/a> – two large bedrooms and a spacious living\/dining\/kitchen — not far from Tulane University. It wasn’t cheap, but after two solid days of driving, we needed to spread out. The cats loved it! We did, too.<\/p>\n

Traveling is exhausting, so we did not pack every minute in NOLA with activities. We wanted to experience the city, but we also needed some downtime.<\/p>\n

The first thing Bob and I did after settling into our temporary home was to go for a run through the neighborhood, which was near Tulane University. It consisted of charming French colonial bungalows, though the roads were very slanted and there were a number of car-eating potholes. We later learned this neighborhood had been flooded by Hurricane Katrina 14 years ago.<\/p>\n

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Back from our run, posing in front of our rental house<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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First, the French Quarter<\/h3>\n

\nAfter showering, we made a reservation at a restaurant called Oceana in the French Corner, near the corner of Bourbon Street and Conti. But when we stepped out of the Uber, we were immediately assaulted by a deafening cacophony of sound. To our left on Bourbon, a radio station DJ was blasting loud rock music. To our right, a bunch of kids were playing noisy percussion on Home Depot utility buckets. Lexie almost screamed from the shock. We tried to navigate past them to see what Bourbon Street had to offer, even sliding into a little outdoor terrace where a quartet was playing jazz, but the bombardment was too much for Lexie.<\/p>\n

“This is the worst city I have ever been in!” she shouted over the melee, as we covered our ears and shot for the restaurant.<\/p>\n

Oceana provided welcome refuge, as Bob and I happily slurped up our first Hurricanes and we enjoyed classic New Orleans cuisine — jambalaya, blackened catfish, jalapeno hush puppies, red beans and rice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Lisa’s dinner at Oceana<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

\nThen we retreated to our apartment to recover.<\/p>\n

\nSecond Day: A Fascinating Culture to Discover<\/h3>\n

\nThe second day we spent much of the morning at home because a rock had hit our windshield the night before and we had to wait for the glass repairman to come fix it. That gave Lexie a chance to sleep late, Bob to get another run in and Lisa to do yoga. We enjoyed beignets for breakfast, a NOLA-style donut covered with confectioners sugar.<\/p>\n

Windshield repaired, at 11 or so we set out to explore New Orleans by day. We liked it so much more! We started on the waterfront, where we saw the Mississippi Queen paddleboat and walked along the river, taking in the surprisingly industrial view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Bob and Lexie in front of the Mississippi Queen<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

\nWe enjoyed lunch on a balcony overlooking the Mississippi River, and then started wandering. We peeked into the St. Louis Cathedral, enjoyed some street jazz, and discovered the most incredible mask store, where a man was meticulously crafting a carnival mask out of leather. I would have loved to buy one to add to my mask collection!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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The mask store window enticed us<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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The custom-made masks were truly incredible works of art<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Voodoo in NoLa<\/h3>\n
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\nWe headed toward the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum<\/b><\/span><\/a>. I have spent a bit of time in Haiti, including attending a voodoo festival, and we displayed a voodoo flag in our dining room back in Colorado, so I was curious to see how it differed in New Orleans.On the way we visited a vodoo store, which was full of fascinating items with interpretive labels, including books, voodoo dolls, herbs and medicines, and altars dedicated to various spirits and gods. I had a nice chat with the owner, the descendants of Haitians from Cap-Haitien, slaves and plantation owners, and I realized anew what a rich melange of races and backgrounds create the unique New Orleans character. Here are pics from the store:<\/div>\n
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A voodoo flag<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Voodoo dolls. (I left this photo large so you could read the labels and check out the dolls’ anatomy)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n


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\nThe Voodoo Museum offers “<\/span>a casual and curious experience intended to preserve the legacy of New Orlean’s Voodoo history and culture while educating and e<\/span>ntertaining visitors.” It’s only $7 to go in, and consists of a hallway and two rooms jam-packed with <\/span><\/span><\/span>the mysteries, secrets, history and folklore of rituals, zombies, Voodoo Queens, altars and more. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\nHere are a few photos with explanations. I also recommend you peruse the museum’s wonderful website<\/span><\/b><\/a> to see and learn more.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Marie Laveau, the mother of voodoo in New Orleans<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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A paiting of Marie Laveau<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Cute, right?<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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\nPaying Homage to Louis Armstrong<\/h3>\n
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\nSince Lexie and Bob both play the saxophone and Lisa adores jazz, we had to make a pilgrimage to Louis Armstrong Park\/Congo Square<\/a>, which celebrates music and is also a major NOLA gathering place for Native American and African music and culture. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Bob joins the jazz band<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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\nThe Streetcar and Creole Creamery<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n
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\nWe ended the day with a streetcar ride to the Eiffel Society<\/a> so Bob and I could hang a Lock of Love in New Orleans on a fence in front of a restaurant transplanted from the top of the Eiffel Tower to New Orleans and reinvented as an event space. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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Lexie taking a ride<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Our NOLA Lock of Love<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

\nFinally, we visited Creole Creamery<\/a>, the best ice cream in town and the only one in the world that seems to truly understand me. Instead of having to pick one flavor, they offered four- and six-scoop samplers! Heaven. Their tagline is, “Eat ice cream. Be happy.” <\/span><\/span>
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\nWith an early start scheduled the next morning and ears still recovering from the Bourbon Street experience, we played a wicked game of Pinochle and hit the hay early. But we will be back; it was really just a taste! There are so many restaurants to eat in, we need to enjoy more jazz (we did see a street group outside the St. Louis Cathedral), tour the cemetery, visit the WWII Museum, take a riverboat ride, explore the bayous, and do so much more! <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

After the first two days on the road headed for Mexico, we decided to give our cats a break from the car — and ourselves a chance to stretch our legs — and booked an apartment for a couple of nights in New Orleans. We stayed in the lower level of a house we found on HomeAway.com … <\/p>\n

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