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For me, travel satisfies my overly curious mind. I've been to over 60 countries and I plan on more! Friends and family encouraged me to blog so I focus on interesting stories about the discoveries, include a few pics and avoid the boring minutia of the itinerary.

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 “It’s a reality that many places defy description. Angkor Wat and Machu Picchu, for instance, demand silence. Like a love affair you can never talk about, you fumble for words, trying vainly to create a narrative, an explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you’ve been and what’s happened. In the end, you’re just happy you were there, with your eyes open, and lived to see it.”    Anthony Bourdain 2005

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Sept. 2020 Join me in southern Louisiana - Air-boating a bayou in Lafitte LA, and visit the best of the French Quarter.  See my description below:

French Quarter - New Orleans

Visiting the city of New Orleans is best described as an experience in excess. Home of the of the Mardi Gras, which literally translates to Fat Tuesday, the city attracts tourists 365 days a year to the French Quarter and the amazingly grungy Bourbon Street by keeping the traditions of Carne Vale and its Pre-Lent “farewell to the flesh” party going and going.

The French Quarter plus the surrounding Parishes are some of the most historic areas in all of the Americas and to explore them with a drink in your hand is not only allowed, but in fact encouraged. It is a melting pot of Black and White, French and English, Voodoo and Christianity, Seniors and College Students, all held together by dark and dingy bars and restaurants with the ever present themes of Creole cooking, New Orleans Jazz, Delta Blues and Zydeco music. The cobblestone walkways smell of mules, urine and vomit but at the same time they wonderfully contain dozens of fantastic street musicians and artists, whose sheer talents naturally will you to put a few dollars into their hat.

Food in New Orleans is a religion — oysters, shrimp, redfish, catfish, beans, rice and grits, all served in various creole fashions. People line up on the streets outside of Acme, Lafitte’s, Johnny’s, Central Grocery, or Café Du Monde which are the original restaurants that created Oysters Rockefeller, Jambalaya, Shrimp Po-boy, Muffuletta sandwiches, and Beignets. Even these restaurants are driven by excess as their portions are usually large enough for two or three people. Beignets are delicious square donuts served piping hot out of the fryer in a bag that contains at least a cup of powdered icing sugar. Completely coated Beignets leave behind almost all of the sugar, but this is the city of excess!

After dark the tourists flock to Bourbon Street, a collection of souvenir shops, restaurants, strip clubs and bars, to drink Hurricanes or Hand Grenades, drinks designed as an aide for saying “goodbye to the flesh” in an all ages red-light hedonistic scene. Beads fly from balconies for those who are most into the spirit. Music blares out from the bars each one seemingly trying to be excessively louder than the next; there are plenty of bands playing rehashed versions of seventy’s and eighties party tunes, but there are also several true gems in the rough. Big Al Carson, a 450lb black bluesman, sings nightly in his Bourbon Street bar, and one may find fiddler Waylon Thibodaux and his Cajun band which always includes an excessively athletic and rhythmic washboard player.

True New Orleans music fans have taken to Frenchman Street, which is located in the lower French Quarter in an area that most tourists will never venture as it is on the fringe of a seedier ghetto area. This is where people of all ages, mostly locals who wouldn’t be caught dead in the commercial rabble of Bourbon Street, gather to celebrate the home grown talent of the new delta music scene. Without the titty bars, souvenir shops, Hurricanes or Hand Grenades, are 4 raw blocks of Frenchmen street that are lined with older homes converted into speakeasy style clubs such as the Spotted Cat, Three Muses, The Blue Nile and the Apple Barrel. There are very few chairs in these clubs, a small bar in one corner and a smaller stage in another, the people pack in the open spaces like sardines to sing along with the brass flavoured delta blues or to listen to a young girl debut her blues vocals. Here one will find perfectly poured Mojitos, Abita Amber ale or red wine served in a tumbler; food is served on the street by unlicensed propane BBQ vendors. A must see for the music fanatic.

While The French Quarter is excessive and even at times offensive, it works. It has a certain charm that is appealing and it grows on you. History, it seems, IS much more interesting while drinking a beer.

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