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Jun 27 2016

Living Like A Local in New Orleans – Road Trip 2016

NEW ORLEANS DAY 3 – JUNE 12, 2016:  More Frenchmen Street and The French Quarter on a Lazy Sunday

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An old church coverted into a community opera house – Image by Rindy Jones Greer

We were winding down my send-off by friends with our New Orleans girls trip. Sunday was going to be a lazy day with no schedules. Rindy and I got rolling about noon and walked over to Maison on Frenchmen Street for a Jazz Brunch. On the way over, we stopped to listen to a man practicing his bagpipes in Washington Square. It have been threatening to pour all morning with dark skies, rolling thunder and a lightning show but surprisingly little rain. We took our chances, unwilling to give up any more of the day to the chance of showers. The bagpipe’s melancholy sounds complemented the coming storm and we stopped to listen for awhile. Then hunger drove us on.

 
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Surrounded by his tools-Image by Rindy Jones Greer

Rindy found a a flyer for the jazz brunch at Maison in the info packet left for us at our house. She’d been looking forward to a cajun breakfast. We got to Maison in time for food but too late for the featured band. Instead we got the Slick Skillet Seranaders, a bango/kazoo player who sang lead with another guy on a bass fiddle and a third alternating between at mandolin and a steel guitar. They specialized in jazz and swing from the 1930’s. From Braveheart to Rudy Vallee in under three blocks.

Back to the quarter for a little shopping and sane people watching. The night before, we’d had to cross Bourbon Street to get our uber ride because a Weed Wagon handing out freebies had blocked traffic and the drunks were swàrming. Our uber guy told us that the Weed Wagon usually sets up after midnight because the police have too much on their hands at that time to chase them off. On a Sunday afternoon, Decatur and Jackson Square were colorful instead of nauseating.


 
Creole Tomato Festival was going on. We been told the NOLA has a different festival every weekend. The weekend before had been a Bugaloo event. As a joke, we asked a shopkeeper when to come for the pothole party since rough roads were everywhere. She said, “Don’t laugh. Last spring, a sinkhole opened up close to Harrah’s. In May, someone organized a Sink-Hole de Mayo Festival and people wore orange traffic cones strapped to their heads.”
 
That night, we went back to Frenchmen Street one more time to pick up a caricature one of our group had commissioned from an artist at the Frenchmen Street Night Market. Maison beckoned us in to hear a little more music. It is easy to see how quickly you would form a community here away from the tourist crush. We shut it down early. Rindy and Judy would catch noon-time planes back to Houston and Austin. I wanted to be on the road to Alabama and Lookout Mountain by 8:30 on Monday morning.
 
 

 

Saturday,  June 11, 2016 : New Orleans’s Magazine Street and the Quarter (at night)

 
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Breakfast at the Gypsy House -Image by Rindy Jones Greer

We are getting to know our temporary neighborhood. The  Marigny is immediately downriver from the French Quarter but I still feel turned around and keep walking in the wrong direction. This area was once a creole plantation whose owner made “craps” (the dice game) popular. He was enormously wealthy and stylish. After the property was subdivided in 1806, it retained his mark by developing a distinctly European and cosmopolitan mix. We are staying close to Royal Street with a good mix of homes, restaurants, clubs and food stores. When we walked home around midnight last night, the area was quiet but active, much different from our experiences staying in the quarter or across Canal Street. This morning, Rindy walked a few blocks over to a 24/7 food store/deli and brought back all kinds of goodies for brunch – salami, cheeses, egg salad, pickles, fruit. People were walking dogs and babies, visiting with neighbors. Ubering home this afternoon, we passed an extended family holding a crawfish boil that extended on the sidewalk in front of approximately four homes. We haven’t seen a front or backyard on our walks so an inflatable water slide to keep the kids’ cool was in the parking area of a nearby warehouse.

 
Since we seeking to experience a new side of New Orleans, we decided to spend some time on Magazine Street instead of Jackson Square. Magazine Street has been finding its way over the last decade but it has arrived. Boutiques, specialty shops and antique emporiums crowded next to gas stations and foodstores with burglar bars on the doors. This isn’t Disneyland or Fredericksburg and there is graffiti visible every few blocks but the shopfronts and parks reflect how many years New Orleans has been around.
 
Since mid-morning, we’ve had heavy showers alternating with steam heat. Because of the schizophrenic weather, we took an Uber from the Marigny. LaToya, a brand new uber driver picked us up. We were her first fare even though she had been signed up with the service for months.
 
She dropped us in front of a hat store that specialized in matching your face shape and size with the right hat. We got a first-hand demonstration of the way the right hat makes the man or woman and finishes a look. It makes me wonder what happened that hats went away after the 60’s. Maybe hats did not accessorize well with granny dresses, love beads and Nehru jackets.
 
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You Are Always Welcome at Juan’s-Image by Rindy Jones Greer

We shopped and stopped for nourishment at Juan’s Flying Burrito. As a rule, I am true to my favorite Houston Mexican restaurants so I don’t visit many when I’m traveling. Juan’s made me feel like I wasn’t cheating on Carmelitas because they put crawfish in everything, including the chili con queso which was technically mudbug with cheese. Portions were huge and we should have just stayed with the queso because we didn’t do justice to the bacon blue quesadillas. Cucumber margaritas was different enough from my favorite Los Tios Gold to seem like I was branching out but I also left most of mine. Some are true to their school, I’m true to my Los Tios Margarita.

After Juan’s we did more shopping and were much more open to spending money which made the shop owners happy. A few blocks further down Magazine Street we stopped for wine at the Tasting Room and watched as a wedding party forming in the park across the street. Knowing how stressful a wedding can be, I have a theory that the more elaborate the wedding, the lower the chances that the marriage will last. This one looked awfully complicated so I do wish them luck.
 
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Watching the Wedding from the Tasting Room-Image by Rindy Jones Greer

We ubered back to the Marigny and our converted lodgings. Every uber driver has been a delight. This guy had just finished his pharmacy degree and wanted to know where we would suggest he move – Austin or Houston. All the hipsters we met on Magazine wanted to talk to Judy about Austin but this guy was immune to its lifestyle charms so Rindy and I pitched him on Houston’s medical opportunities. Score one for H-town. He was creole in every sense of the word, which we understood now that we had the education at the Laura plantation. He claimed European, Native American, and a little African in his bloodline. Our waiter at the wine room had just gotten here from Torino, Italy but looked like Bruce Springsteen until he opened his mouth. Our uber driver looked Italian until he spoke and had that distinctive NOLA accent that approximates the boss’s patois. Go figure.

 
Last night, we finally headed to the French Quarter for dinner at Tujaque’s, a restaurant since 1859. Rindy had eaten here some years ago so when we walked into a brightly lit, airy dining room, it didn’t match her memory. The waiter had been there since 1981 and said when the old owner died, the son took over and made everything white wood, taupe and mirrors. I wish we’d been there when it was dimly lit and dark paneled with drawings of the different stars and dignitaries who had eaten there through the years. The food was unchanged though. We shared a fried oyster wedge salad, gumbo, fried green tomato, shrimp remoulade and puppy drum.
 
On leaving Tujaque’s we stepped past the tourist who had fallen and couldn’t get up on the sidewalk. Both she and her companion where drunk but at least he was still standing and yelling, “Get up, Marie! Just get up!” The quarter at night was quickly loosing appeal.
 
We walked on to the Napoleon House on St. Louis where we got our dessert, brandy milk punches, but the crush was getting tiresome. The bartender told us that B Mac further down St. Louis was where the service people went to unwind. It was at B Mac’s we found a community.
 

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Making Friends with Otis-Image by Rindy Jones Greer

We met people who lived and worked in the quarter including love sick T who kept casting eyes at his former lover and Otis the dog and his person. Otis was a overweight, brown, houndy-type, as mixed up as the creoles with chow, beagle and whatever else. His person said she got Otis after she divorced and husband got custody of their shared dogs because he had the yard. It was lonely living by herself and the people at her restaurant job told her about a dog that was hanging around. At first she opened her house but not her heart to Otis. He seemed to feel the same. “For the first two weeks, we didn’t like each other,” she said. “I’d be walking down the quarter with Otis, and people would call out, ‘do you two like each other yet?’ Finally we both decided we’d do for each other. There was still a little reserve going on between them but Otis was certainly loved by the off duty waiters and bartenders who made B Mac their second home. Otis would bark a greeting as different ones came in and he’d get a good scratch in return.

 
 

On Friday,June 10, 2016 – Odometer  385 Miles – New Orleans Màrigny District

 
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Oyster sign outside Liberty Kitchen in the Heights, Houston. Image by Rindy Jones Greer

We’re off. Picked Rindy up a little after 8a and got message from God that we were heading in the right direction – a sign at Liberty Kitchen annoucing “Oysters, Oysters, Oysters”. That is the plan as we head to NOLA for seafood, music and more. We drove east on 1-10, always a delight. A little outside of Baytown, we passed a blue pick-up truck traveling to some kind of weekend trade show. At first his over-loaded trailer seemed like a hazard to navigation but as we scooted past him, we realized is was another omen that good times were ahead. All the metal signs hanging off the side were welcome signs – welcome to the beach, welcome to the farm, welcome to the barn.

 
Judy had put together an eclectic playlist for us with Joe Ely, Morphine, Brooks and Dunn, NXCESS, Bruce the boss, The Gourds. As a music moron, I’m lucky to have friends who curate great playlist for me. It’s not what you know, but who you know.
 
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Crossing the Bayou-Image by Rindy Jones Greer

We exited I-10 just east of Lafayette and took LA-31 to St. Martinsville and New Iberia. St. Martinsville was considered the heart and birthplace of cajun culture. It was where the first Acadians from Nova Scotia landed after France was defeated in by the British in the Seven Years War. Later it was where New Orleans creoles escaped when epidemics threatened the Crescent City. St. Martinsville became known as a cultural mecca,  a “Petit Paris”.  It is the third oldest city in Louisiana and I’m so glad Rindy directed me off the road at this exit.

 
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Slave/Sharecropper cabins at Laura Plantation – -Image by Rindy Jones Greer

From LA-31, we took Highway 90 east to avoid Baton Rouge and I-10 and check out the creole plantation, called the Laura. I’d read Laura Locoul Gore’s memoirs based on a friend’s love of the Laura Plantation. Having visited other plantations and seen “Gone with the Wind”, we expected the Laura to be a sumptuous home. This was a working plantation where the family lived and worked from April through December for the planting and harvest. Their bedrooms doubled as offices and up to ten people (with house slaves) slept in the small bed chambers. From December through March, they had a well- appointed home in New Orleans and celebrated Christmas, New Years and Mardi Gras in style. That is where the family flaunted their great wealth. Laura’s father, Emile Locoul, was a new breed of man who was questioning the humanity of keeping slaves which alarmed his mother, Elizabeth and caused her to plot with his sister Aimee. If he didn’t have an heir, according to creole law, Elizabeth and Aimee could sell the plantation and move to France, away from the never-ending work of a sugar mill farmer. Laura’s birth foiled their plans and felt their fury from the time she was young. She eventually sold the plantation and moved to St. Louis, marrying a Presbyterian, a cardinal sin for Catholic creoles. Ultimately, Laura lived almost 102 years. She was born when Lincoln was president and died when Kennedy held

On down the river road to New Orleans and our home for the weekend, a converted grocery store at the corner of Dauphine and Ferdinand. From our other visits in the French Quarter, we were in the middle of the tourist crush. Staying in the Marigny got us closer to New Orleans neighborhoods. We walked to Mimi’s for tapas and then to DBA on Frenchmen Street.
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On stage with the Zydeco Hellraisers-Image by Rindy Jones Greer

At DBA, a popular band was fronted by a lead singer who played the squeeze box. Dwayne Dopsie and the Zydeco Hellraisers was a radical change for Houston bands and just what we cam e to hear in New Orleans. Laissez les bon temps roulez and more wandering tomorrow.

 
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Jul 21 2014

Why We Love New Orleans for Long Weekends – A Birthday with Friends

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A Street Art Card – Image by Rindy Jones Greer

Who Went -Seven Texitas aged 19 to 60 hitting New Orleans for a landmark birthday.  Four flying in from Houston and Austin and three road-tripping it in the Subaru.

What We brought:  Great sunhats, walking sandals or booties, cool jewelry, easy dresses,skirts and  shorts.  The old KIKKer playmate cooler filled with wine and some snacks.  A portable Bluetooth splash tune speaker.

Where we stayed:  Inn on Ursuline, Marie Laveau’s old guest house from mid 1800’s.  Best location and setting we have been at in a long time.  Situated between Royal and Bourbon street at the quieter end of the party. Only five blocks from the local hangouts on Frenchmen street, 4-5 blocks from either the French Market or Jackson Square and a walk against the flow to everywhere else.  Guesthouse walls were so thick; we did not hear our speaker from outside the door.  Sweet little courtyard and Kuerig coffee machines in the rooms. 


 Be warned that stairs are rickety and steep for second floor rooms and we needed a designated climber to help a couple of our group up the stairs after a particularly fun night. Also no frig or microwave but we didn’t need that with the trusty playmate.

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At Café Pontalba at Jackson Square. Image by Rindy Jones Greer

Where we grazed:  NOLA is a food paradise.  Clover Grill on Bourbon for hot dogs, omelettes, grits, club sandwiches at 1am on Saturday morning.  Café Pontalba at Jackson Square on Saturday 11am for crab cakes Benedict and French toast with Bloody Mary’s and Mimosas.  Loved this place because big French doors all open to the Square on a rainy Saturday morning so we could people/dog watch, like seeing  the Great Dane who relieved himself right in front of the St. Louis Cathedral with a big audience.  Sleepy from breakfast, some returned to hotel while a couple of us planned next meal at the Gazebo in the French market at 1pm for shared gumbo and Greek salad with a Nola Blonde ale and a margarita.  3pm feeding at Muriels at the bar for a salad with shaved Manchego cheese and crab imperial on French bread with wine.  Fiorella Café at 7p for crab bisque and unbelievable fried chicken (plus more wine) and a chance to be reacquainted with Ashley the manager and Alaura the bartender.  A break in eating until 1am Sunday for a Lucky Dog on Bourbon Street.  A 2am visit by

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Image by Rindy Jones Greer

those who didn’t eat hot dogs for another early am diner breakfast at the Clover Grill.  Hangover food – ribs from a grocery store on Royal between Ursuline and Esplanade early Sunday morning.  Later Sunday morning racing to check out and loading our car, we met a lovely retired couple who directed us to Croissant d’Or Patisserie for a farewell breakfast.

Where we guzzled:  Aside for all the locations above except for the Clover, JC’s Deli on Decatur provided a quick, cheap place to buy beer with good selection.  Also tried to stop there between bars to grab a Perrier.  The Magnolia Bar on Decatur for margaritas, various stands in the French market for frozen drinks including a Mocha Almond Freeze with ice cream – yum.  Hotel Monteleone Carousel bar for beer, wine and Sazarac cocktails.  Bombay Club at the Prince Conti Hotel where all is British and made good vodka gimlets with olives and a Kir Royale cocktail.

Where we partied:  Friday night on Frenchmen street at DBA with tremendous band.  Saturday night at the Golden Lantern gay bar, which was hosting a drag show and had the friendliest people we met on the trip.  Most of the time, our best party experiences were on the street since one of our group was underage and couldn’t go in some of the clubs.

Where we shopped:

  • Great jewelry at the open-air market on Frenchmen street next to the Spotted Cat.  Fun but expensive to shop while partying.  Lots of great things to purchase without too much buyer’s remorse.
  • Hats on the store at the corner of the French Market where Decatur and St. Peter split.
  • Fun cheaper clothes at Lindsay’s on Decatur.
  • Weeping Angel pictures from the French Market
  • Jewelry and ponchos from California Drawstrings

The Best Parts:  Finding our Poor Dumb Bastards band friends from Houston (PDB) in town.  We met up with them at the Carousel Bar at Hotel Monteleone and shared NOLA war stories.  Ended up sharing off pictures of all our respective dogs.  Fur People Love – the common denominator with 90% of the people we meet

Taking a back street to Frenchmen Street and running into 12 guys dressed like Elvis (Twelvises) celebrating a divorce.

Meeting two friendly cross dressers outside the Golden Lantern and  finding out about the Drag Show. Inside it was like an episode of Cheers with Jeff manning the bar and a sweetheart from Indiana helping us figure out who everyone was.  All women should carry themselves like Drag Queens – the confidence and the star quality was incredible and it had nothing to do with body shape, age, or income.

Running into two second line wedding parties – the first where we practically ambushed the bride and groom leading the parade.

 

 

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