Live from New Orleans

[lillibet]

We're waiting for a tour of St. Louis Cemetery (where Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen is supposedly buried) and the courtyard where the tour gathers conveniently has both a coffee shop and a net spot, so I'm making the wait fly by online.

We've been having marvelous weather--sunny and warm, but not too hot, with a nice breeze most of the time. Listening to the reports from Boston, we're feeling like geniuses for choosing this week to be away, especially once muffyjo reported that our basement is bone dry.

We've been eating and walking and eating and walking--our idea of the perfect vacation. We've heard a bunch of jazz, visited different neighborhoods and little museums, taken a couple of walking tours and ridden in a carriage around the French Quarter. We wandered around the Garden District and saw the homes of Anne Rice and (who knew) Trent Reznor. We took the St. Charles Ave. streetcar all the way out to end. We took a ride on the Mississippi and saw where most of the floats for the Mardi Gras parades are built. We sat at the Chef's Counter at Emeril's and watched the staff prepare and plate the meals--choosing what to order was one of the hardest decisions of my life!

It's our first time in the Big Easy and we're beginning to see why so many people love it. But I've been reading The Dante Club and found a line that really resonates: A Boston man arrived at the pearly gates and St. Peter shook his head and said "You can come in, but you won't like it...it's not Boston."

Comments

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

Miss you guys. Want to trade weather with us?

[r-ness.livejournal.com]

A Boston man arrived at the pearly gates and St. Peter shook his head and said "You can come in, but you won't like it...it's not Boston."

Yup, pretty much sums it up.

[muffyjo]

Y'all come back now, ya hear? (to Boston, that is).