on to New Orleans
We had really wanted to get to New Orleans that night, but what with our unexpected and elongated trip to the USS Alabama, and a good 100 or more miles before New Orleans, we decided instead to cut an early break, and rode down to Biloxi to find a place to stop for the night. Biloxi, was, for want of a better word, bollocks.
Nothing but Casinos, Casinos, a few motels, and more Casinos!
We checked in to the cheapest place we could find, I popped across the street for a take out from the Waffle House, and we after being beaten by the winds and the cold, promptly fell asleep.
Posted by Dan Shell at December 16, 2008 02:21 AM GMT
Once again, Jacquie had been planning. She had found us a great boutique hotel, ever so slightly above our budget, but in the infamous French Quarter, and a short walk away from the hustle and bustle of Bourbon St.
New Orleans delivered on all fronts, Bourbon street was jumping from noon til 5 in the morning, not that we ever stayed out that long. The French quarter was full of character and characters. On every corner there were street musicians and buskers of all shapes and varieties.Royal Street, one block south of Bourbon contained a series of art galleries, all housed in beautiful buildings. The Steamboat Natchez paddled up and down on the Mississippi river. It was just as we expected it.
The mounted policemen we saw on horseback in Bourbon St were more like tourist attractions than crime stoppers, and spent their night smiling and joking with the crowds, having pictures taken and generally exuding a god vibe among the revellers.
We enjoyed a couple of café au laits and Beignets at the Café du Monde, like all good tourists in New Orleans should, Jacquie had her palms read, we visited a couple of live music bars, and heard some great blues and jazz, although the best of it was either on the street, or just round the back of our hotel, in the much less commercialised and more civilised DBA and Snug Harbour. We took a streetcar up St Charles to have brunch at the Camellia Grill, which also delivered on all fronts, great burgers, singing staff, and a real party atmosphere.
It was all topped off by catching a New Orleans Jazz Wedding parading down the street, and a concert of Gospel singers in the cathedral at Jackson Square.
Come Monday morning it was time to drag ourselves, unwilling as we were, out of New Orleans, westward bound out of Mississippi and into Texas!