New Orleans at night. Music runs down Bourbon street grabs a partner swinging them to a new groove. New Orleans you little jewel thing, sparkly and smooth, grandeur swirling up with rice and beans.
New Orleans— my mouth was dragging on the sidewalk, tease joints, moonshine, antique shops, cafe du monde, cars flashing by like stars on the go-go and it wasn't even a Saturday night. Bourbon Street and I stayed together about five minutes, but the street next over kept me for miles.
Royal Street and I felt more at home, I licked the windows declaring the inside filling delicious.
Majestic stands alongside of down to earth, New Orleans does not know a stranger. Something for everyone.
The Garden District, lovely old homes, windows that are from the floor to ceiling due to a door tax that was once imposed. Architectural Victorian detail, Greek revival and Italianate homes which was my favorite, abounds. Brick sidewalks, shady streets and wrought iron fences. A stroll was what we needed after long hours of driving.
Sucre, a taste of France Macaroons piled high.
We were in New Orleans a mere eighteen hours, a few of them I slept. New Orleans is on my list to visit again, I wish there was a Trevi Fountain like in Rome, so I could have thrown three coins into it.
New Orleans with street names that I have only read about… Canal Street, Bourbon Street, Royal Street, Magazine street…. Magazine street while I think it should be called, "Corey's Street". I'll leave it at that and let your imagination tell you what this street holds.
We went into a few shops, PERCH was one of them. It has a mix of old and new, with a fabulous twist of style, a perfect blend of elements, clever, refreshing and unique.
The owners of Perch and their blog.
I had wanted to see Tara Shaw's shop but time did not permit. Another reason to return… that and to have breakfast at the Cafe du Monde.
The highlight of our oh to short stay in New Orleans was the NOLA Restaurant.
A classic bistro fare, flair and fanfare; Loud, inviting, aroma…edible perfume, two levels, brick building, a gazillion people serving with catching enthusiasm… I wanted to put on an apron and be part of the team work, or at least take photos of the hardworking, creative style, all day and night long.
We had shrimp and grits. D–E–L–I–C–I–O–U–S! Why I never have had grits I do not know… Emeril's grits made with cream OH MY GOD! The maple hint spicy garlic shrimp Cajun touch?
Emeril I do not know you but I love you. Maybe we could do a little trade? I'll take some photos of you, or take you brocanting, or have you over to play cards and I won't cheat, and you can share your recipe with me? Is it a deal?
You know what…. Emeril makes me want to own a TV. I have been missing out, missing out big time.
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