Our spur of the moment New Orleans trip was wonderful. I am very fortunate that hubs likes to do all of our travel planning. I usually just have to show up with the right clothes, a camera and an appetite. In his alternate parallel universe, he is a travel agent. A really good one.
The choice of city was rather logical: warmer than Kansas City, direct flight, fairly inexpensive seats, no car rental necessary, good food, live music, friends nearby. Hello, New Orleans.
Having not been since the ripe old age of 6, and only hearing friends' tales of college trips and mardi gras, I really wasn't sure what to expect. I am not a crowd person. And, somewhere along the way, I have become considered the safe, conservative, prudish mama of my set. I'm still not sure where that came from. At any rate, you can imagine what I imagined. Ahem.
But I really did love it.
It was beautiful. I Love how the South dresses for the holidays.
Dramatic. The ironwork and architecture kept stopping me. Crazy, crazy cool. Oh, and I have never seen so many chandeliers. It was sparkle heaven.
Moody. I loved the raw character and muted tone of the still weathered homes in the city.
Delicious. Um. These fit over my wrist. I have photos of that, too.
Colorful. Oh, glory, the color.
Entertaining. I should have had more photos of the music.
Surprising. Warm. Damp. The rooftop of this building cracks me up.
Fun. The St Charles Trolley ride was the perfect morning trip through gorgeous old neighborhoods.
Delicious. It is more delicious than I can even handle. I wanted to eat all the time. My appetite is only now returning. I am not kidding.
Luxe. They do not do understated.
Rich with Music.
And there is a lot of walking. The French Quarter is small, yes. But you can walk for miles in an afternoon, tripping between antique shops and restaurants and landmarks. I should have brought better walking shoes. ( I did luck out on day 2 and bought some aerosole boots on Magazine Street at a Buffalo Exchange. It was a little pricey for secondhand, but I figure the rent is pretty steep next to Urban Outfitters and all. Also picked up a sweet pair of red suede Red Cross shoes for $13! Adorable.)
Perhaps the best part was that we were lucky to meet up with some friends. Hubs has a work buddy down there and he arranged to meet us with his wife for a ridiculously fun and scrumptious dinner at K Paul's on the 30th. (The blackened drum is insane. Also, the fried green tomatoes. Yum.)
Later, the four of us joined Beki and her husband for Dr John live at Tipatina's. (WOW.) I felt so lucky enough to see her again so soon after our Seattle trip, and I have plans to visit again this spring....
Oh, and the peoplewatching? Stellar.
(End of part one. I swear, part 2 isn't as long. Will recommence with the crafting before long. If I don't write this down now, I never will!)