Wednesday night we met up with some other Henry Schein folks and customers for dinner. I had seared tuna with sea scallops.
I was totally surprised by all the art and expensive antique houses in the French Quarter. We'll do a little antique walk on Friday.
Oh, and bars. Lots of bars.
You've heard wild stories about Bourbon Street. Wednesday night is pretty calm.
On Thursday night we go to K-Paul's Louisiana Kitchen for dinner. Michelle (posing) is my coworker who manages the marketing for our Dentrix Enterprise product.
This is the kitchen part of K-Paul's Louisiana Kitchen. You can't see him, because he's not in this or any picture I took, but halfway through dinner, Michelle says, "Is that a mouse?" Sure enough, a fat little Ratatouille was strolling across the carpet right in front of the kitchen.
We started with fried green tomatoes and "buffalo" frog legs with onion rings.
For entrees, we both picked the blackened drum.
This place came recommended by my brother, Paul, and one of Michelle's friends on Facebook. Great choice.
A closed-in-the-evening shop on Bourbon Street.
Spices in a pepper and spice shop.
You can sample each type of pepper sauce before purchasing.
At lunch on Friday we took a walk through some antique shops. I had no idea New Orleans had so many, and so sophisticated. Much of the jewelry was Victorian or earlier, and the cabinets were mostly European. The least expensive cabinet I saw was $18,000, and the most expensive was $385,000--a Russian cabinet with ornate carvings on all four sides and a bunch of secret compartments, like a post the opens a little door when twisted.
I love this cabinet. We'll just need to sell our house so I can buy it.
A bedroom set.
I don't remember which street this is, but it's in the French Quarter.
On Friday evening we booked a ghost tour, and with all the great places to eat, we had time only to eat a chili dog at Dreamy Weenies. It was actually a very good cajun chili dog.
Along the ghost walk.
This is a classic old hotel that I stayed in when I came here many years ago. The far end sits on Bourbon Street.
We're now on the ghost tour. We stop at several buildings where people have died by murder, yellow fever and other unfortunate circumstances. This is Muriel's Restaurant, which was a grand home owned by Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan. He spent a fortune restoring this home after a fire and loved this place. However, he had a serious gambling problem, lost the home, and committed suicide on the second floor. When the building was turned into a restaurant, Jourdan became annoyed, and he did mischievous things like moving bottles around behind the bar. So now the restaurant owners set a table for him every morning, complete with food and wine, and clean it up at night. That's his table through the door at the end of this hall.
I don't remember all the stories, but this is our tour group and our guide, Hope.
I don't remember the story that goes with this haunted house. I'll update this post if I figure it out.
In the LaLaurie Mansion a woman and her third husband--the first two died--experimented on and tortured slaves in horrible ways. They were discovered (but escaped to Europe) when a slave who was chained to a stove leg in the detached kitchen set the place on fire in a desperate cry for help. Since then, ghosts have haunted this building, and no one has lived here for any length of time. Nicholas Cage owned this place for a while but he's not so good with money and lost it. Some energy company currently owns the building and uses it a few times a year for things like Mardi Gras.
Some young boys died of yellow fever in the Andrew Jackson Hotel when it was a boarding house, and they now run up and down the halls making lots of noise, and bothering guests.
Just some buildings in the French Quarter.
And a couple of pirates.
More architecture.
And more.
And more.
At one of the stops on the ghost tour, we met up with this wedding procession.
This is early Friday evening on Bourbon Street.
Still early evening.
We asked several people where to hear good music, and they all directed us to Frenchman Street, which was farther than we had time to walk. Then we heard music in this little bar on Bourbon Street, so we stepped in. THIS is the music I had been looking for.
Enjoy.
Later in the evening we caught up with Vance and Vin and others and enjoyed this jazz at the Waldorf Astoria.
Everyone in our group but me saw Cuba Gooding Jr sitting close behind me.
Even the singer saw Gooding and took his picture while she was singing, but I never caught on that there was a celebrity in the room.
Saturday breakfast at Cafe Soule: Three-egg crawfish omelette. That's what I had. Michelle had fruit and grits.
Here we're waiting to get into Cafe du Monde for our second breakfast.
Beignets (French holeless doughnuts draped in powdered sugar) are famous throughout New Orleans, but Cafe du Monde is the place everyone goes to get them.
Artwork is for sale all around Jackson Square.
This is Andrew Jackson, who stopped a formidable British army from capturing New Orleans and the whole Louisiana Purchase in the final battle of the War of 1812, in December 1814 and January 1815.
This is just another French Quarter building.
Vance wanted to shop for hats, so we wandered into a hat store in the French Quarter. Michelle tried one on and after deciding it wasn't for her she looked at the price: $570. Yikes! So we headed over to Vance's favorite store, Goorin Bros. Good choice.
I claim partial credit for picking out this hat, which I really like thanks to its '20s feel.
And one for me. The feather was an extra $3.
Street performers are everywhere. They're the reason you can hear jazz everywhere.
A parting view of the street performers on a street with great French Quarter architecture.
And then we came home to Utah. It's a dry heat. Nice.
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