(Warning – photo heavy post!)
IT’S NEW ORLEANS Y’ALL!
I’d always wanted to go to New Orleans. For a long time. I’d imagined wandering up and down the streets listening to music, eating amazing food and soaking up the quirky atmosphere of one of the South’s most liberal cities. I envisioned it as a vibrant, music filled, open-minded anomaly in an otherwise very Republican and conservative part of America. New Orleans has it’s problems for sure but it certainly had a different vibe to anywhere else I have been so far this trip… AND I LOVED IT!
I spent my time there with the incredibly lovely Paul and Anna who were themselves only really passing through, albeit for a few months, before heading up to Tuscon and then Alaska to run bike tours! Ah ha, I hear you say, just the type of people I should be hanging out with! And yes, you’d be right! Not only did they very kindly offer to host me despite the fact that in less than a week they were moving house but Paul also helped me totally clean up my bike and retune the breaks and gears. What was rather hectic timing for them worked out to be perfect timing for me because as luck would have it New Orleans was in the lead up to Mardi Gras so there was a great carnival buzz around town.
My first day however was, unfortunately, another wet one. After heading out for a very Southern breakfast of Shrimp & Grits (so yummy!) with Paul & Anna I took a wander round the French Quarter in the rain. It was nice enough but I have to admit I was feeling a bit disappointed. I suppose everywhere looks kind of rubbish in the rain (I guess as a Brit I should know!) but on the plus side I did get to sample my first key lime pie in this cute cafe:
Things continued to get better that evening as Paul and I went to watch the New Orleans Pelicans play the “someone” Thunders! I can now say, should I ever be asked, I am a Pelicans fan!
Sadly the Pelicans did not win (perhaps I won’t be a pelicans fan after all!) but it was pretty close and quite exciting. I like basketball – there’s always lots going on and aside from anything else I’m just impressed at how tall the players are!! I might adopt it as my American sport seeing as I not only have zero idea of how an American football game works but am also not sure I have the patience to sit through all 4 hours of it and baseball is essentially a big game of rounders right….!!! I can play that at Goring gap!!
The next day, thank goodness, was sunny! After a bike clean up with Paul I headed back into town with my camera hoping to see some music and boy did I strike gold! My opinion of the French Quarter changed instantly and not only did I have a great time wandering around the now beautiful streets but… yes… I fell in love…
So stalking aside the french quarter also bough this amazement into my life:
My low photo taking track record promptly went out of the window that day and I went a bit crazy with my camera. That would be fine other than that I now can’t decide which ones to leave out so I’ve given up and am just going to include loads, many of which are essentially the same! Sorry in advance! Here is New Orleans:
So seeing as I was having such a great time taking photos and I still hadn’t worked up the courage to talk to my trumpet player, Paul and Anna said I could stay an extra night, yay! Their gorgeous friend Steph also arrived that evening, visiting for the long weekend, and we had a fab time together the next day wandering around town.
That evening we headed out to catch one of the early Mardi Gras parades. Again, sorry for lots of pics, I couldn’t help it!
So New Orleans thanks for a ball! I’ll certainly try and come back one day! You have been my favourite city so far without a doubt and should any handsome trumpet players find themselves reading this… you know where I am!