A Tour of the Big Easy

Next morning there is a buffet breakfast in the hotel which is included in the price. There’s lots of choice and it was good. The weather is excellent – very warm in fact – with clear blue skies all around. First activity is I take a get-on, get-off bus tour to see the sights of the city. Over the years when I’ve visited places on business I’ve found these to be mostly good value when I’ve had limited time. You get to see all the important landmarks, the tour guides give a commentary to the scenery, and you watch the city going about it’s business.

The SuperdomeA view from around New Orleans' Garden DistrictA view from around New Orleans' Garden DistrictThe Crescent City Connection bridge over the Mississippi River in New OrleansA view from around New Orleans of the cathedralMemorial to Hurricane Katrina in New OrleansA band playing on the street in New OrleansAn old car on the street in New Orleans

This tour is no exception. The bus travels around the city and we pass by the Superdome, other local landmarks, and go through some quaint neighbourhoods like the Garden District. Here, there were Mardi Gras beads strewn everywhere – on the street lights, in trees, on any sort of structure.

Mardi Gras World

It’s then onto Mardi Gras World. This is an amazing place, seeing all the figures that are used on the floats in storage. It makes me think I might come back to New Orleans at Mardi Gras time. The tour bus is really good value. The ticket is valid for three days and I can use it whenever I want. So for instance to maybe go back to somewhere tomorrow if I don’t have time to see it today. One surprise driving around is that there’s still quite a lot of destruction not rectified after Hurricane Katrina, eight years ago. I keep seeing things on the tour that haven’t been fixed, and whilst much has been done, there’s still an awful lot that has not. For example there’s a shopping mall on the river front that is only now undergoing reconstruction.

At the entrance to Mardi Gras WorldA prop from a Mardi Gras floatA prop from a Mardi Gras floatA prop from a Mardi Gras floatA prop from a Mardi Gras floatA prop from a Mardi Gras floatA prop from a Mardi Gras floatA prop from a Mardi Gras floatA prop from a Mardi Gras float

I catch a late lunch downtown at Cafe Maspero, which was a reasonable place to eat. Then it’s back on the bus again to the French Market – which I need not have bothered with as it’s only a couple of blocks away! The Market is mostly full of tat. I do see some nice photos of Bourbon Street but think them expensive. There’s a bar / restaurant in the market, Market Cafe, that has a music area with tables where an old-ish African American guy with a guitar is playing some tunes. Maybe he’ll be the first ‘proper’ bluesman I’ll hear, perhaps? So I sit and have a beer. He’s pretty good and he’s playing the blues! His set draws to a close so I go to the bus stop, wait for the next bus and eventually get back to the hotel.

Back to Bourbon Street

Time to hit Bourbon Street again. The walk from the hotel is as last night – really tranquil, peaceful, no noise at first. It’s also very dark, the street lights giving almost no illumination. I’m constantly scanning the surroundings for ‘undesirables’. When I get on to Bourbon Street, it’s quiet again, the same as last night. Tonight however I hear some noise coming from the mass of neon a block or two away. It’s quite bizarre actually. I’m on Bourbon Street but – apart from this background noise and the lights in the distance – it’s dark, eerily empty and very quiet. But walk just a short distance and suddenly it’s alive with noise and lights, and I’m surrounded by people. Physically it’s a long street but the ‘madness’ of Bourbon Street these days seems confined to just a few blocks.

I walk up and down again through this madness. Gosh, there’s some tat & rubbish here that I didn’t seem to notice last night. Again, all of the music I can hear coming out of the bars is loud, trashy crap. There’s nothing I hear to entice me in. God forbid, there are karaoke bars as well. I try to get into Pat O’Briens on St Peter Street to eat (which I’d read was good) but the queue is huge. The guy on the door said I’d have no chance of getting in. So I wander further up the street and find the Oceana Grill on Conti Street, just off Bourbon. This looks OK for dinner tonight – and it was, just.

Later on I end up back in Johnny White’s again as nothing else – bars, music, some dodgy dark doorways, whatever – took my fancy. It’s strange, but with all the noise, flashing signs, neon lights and general hubbub, it all seems so ’empty’ and vapid. Maybe you need to be on an expenses-fuelled binge to ‘fully enjoy’ the Street. I see a number of such folks clearly ‘having a good time’, as they say. Not that I’m not having a bad time, people-watching and soaking up the atmosphere. It’s still enjoyable wandering around and taking it all in. So after a nightcap, I decide to go back to my hotel. As I leave the bar I think to myself that I’d hate to be staying in a hotel on Bourbon Street, with all the noise from the street. I bet you’d never get any sleep!

1 reply
  1. David
    David says:

    it’s too bad you didn’t go to the cemetery St. Louis #1. It’s the reputed site of the burial of Marie LeVeau the gossip queen of New Orleans, and by her daughter Marie LeVeau 2, the fabled psychic and Black Magic worker and , whom songs were written. Her house is now a tourist shop (it’s in the quarter).


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