Flying into the sunset
The storm below must be a big one
Checked off my 48th state last weekend, when we visited New Orleans, Louisiana. Possibly, it’s a more pleasant city to visit in the frigid winter months up north, but the August weekend we were there, we were – save for M who couldn’t stop reminiscing about his booze-and-weed-filled time in the city – quite a miserable bunch. The weather was oppressively muggy, and reminded me of the worst Singapore could offer, with its intermittent heavy summer downpours that thankfully we somehow always managed to miss.
Activity-wise, Jeff, L and I aren’t really into the dive bar and music scene, and so weren’t particularly enamored of the French Quarter. It so happened that the weekend we were there coincided with the New Orleans Red Dress Race, so the entire French Quarter, particularly Bourbon Street, was filled with crowds of men and women dressed in brilliant red dresses plastered to them.
We had a blast on the alligator swamp tour though, where we cruised down the swamp in a high powered flat bottomed boat. According to our guide, August is the best time to visit the swamps, when the water level is at its lowest, forcing all the alligators to congregate together. We saw over a dozen, and they eagerly came up to our boat for some tossed treats of sausages and marshmallows. Boy, can they jump! I’m not sure if I have the heart to canoe or kayak down the rivers in these alligator-infested waters, nevermind assurances from the guide that there’s never been a fatality from alligators in his memory. Still, it was fun to motor down the narrow tributaries to explore.
Food-wise, we gorged ourselves the entire weekend. Beginning with two dinners on Friday. On Saturday, we hit FIVE different restaurants. Loads of fresh seafood – charbroiled oysters, fish, crab, crawfish. Mmm.
Loved the architecture of the city, particularly in Marigny, where we rented a house via Airbnb for the weekend. The neighborhood supposedly isn’t the safest, but I took an hour and a half stroll around in the morning by myself while the others were still sleeping, and found it peaceful – and thankfully not too humid yet. Beautiful Spanish-colonial style houses.
Our beautiful two bedroom apartment in Marigny, where we sought cold air-conditioned comfort from the sultry summer