We're off to Colorado the 1st of August, and 16 months will be the grand total for the Smiths in Mississippi.
We've explored what we could in the time we had, but there were still a few items on our 'to-do' list sadly lacking that coveted check mark. New Orleans being the stand-out.
As much as we love history, and knowing we'll never live this close again (trust me - we won't), we decided a quick weekend in NOLA would be perfect for Father's Day!
It was, um, well . . . I'll start with the good stuff.
The trip started out great. It was an easy drive, although 'Chatty Cathy' wigged out a little crossing Lake Pontchartrain.
Anyhoo, we figured we could handle the French Quarter in the two days we had. Just thirteen blocks long and six little blocks wide. I booked us on Toulouse Street, just off of Bourbon. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
(The black dot is our hotel.)
With our trusty pocket map and a 'You are here' app on Gigi, we set out to explore.
Our temporary digs were beautiful!
The architecture in the quarter was fantastic. Each new street seemed better than the last. I carried my phone and my camera, and snapped pics like crazy!
The shops were a mix of the new and the old. Antiques, jewelry, toys, clothing, art . . .
And the art spilled out onto the streets! These were done by a guy on Jackson Square. Love 'em!
The music was awesome!
And of course, Cafe Du Monde,
So what's the problem?
*The minute we stepped out of the hotel the smell hit us. And I'm not talking Emiril's place or Bubba Gump. I'm talking stale beer, whiskey, and sewage. It was awful! We walked out of it about three blocks later.
*Then there were the shops. Most were fine. But way too many of them proudly stocked their windows and doorways with The most crude items I've ever seen. Some of these things would have made a frat boy blush! Curses, innuendos, double entendres, nudity . . .There was just so much of it! It was impossible to keep it from the girls. They saw it, they read it. I hated it.
*Voodoo, black magic, vampires. Enough already!
*Partiers. Mardi Gras or not, if you're with kids get off the streets by 4 PM.
We spent all evening in the hotel room. From the time my head hit the pillow until I finally dozed at about 1:30 AM, there was this overwhelming sense of unrest. Not just because of all the noise from the pubs. It was an uneasiness of spirit that I just couldn't shake. Joey felt it too, and we couldn't wait to leave.
Early the next morning all was peaceful again. We checked out and headed to the opposite side of the Quarter. The French Market, the Riverwalk, a carriage tour. It was a great morning.
So I don't know. Do we throw this baby out with the bathwater?
I'm about 80/20 right now with my New Orleans love hate meter. But that percentage drastically changes as the sun goes down.
Check mark received. Been there, done that. On to the next adventure!