Well, I made it back from "Nawlins"..................
Posted: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 09:40:29
Can't say I was favorably impressed. Too dang hot. Way too dang humid. Prices of just about everything are shockingly high. We hit several of "THE" Nawlins eating places. Tastes pretty good, but it's so rich that several days of it made me sorta ill. First they spice the devil out of it. Then they fry it. Then they smother it in cream sauce. Like most everything else about the place, it's just way too much of what a little bit of might have been a good thing. T’ain’t cheap, either. At the Commander’s Palace, after I added a decent tip, dinner for two set me back $240. And just about everything there is DIRTY. We went to the famous Café DuMonde for coffee and beignets (a singularly unsatisfying breakfast) one morning, and I’ve been in coal mine bathouses that had less dirt and soot on the windowsills. SWMBO, just after remarking that her Greek Salad at the Market Café was the best looking one she ever saw, was speechless as we watched a big sh!tfly crawl out of the lettuce. We rode one of those bicycle-pedicabs down Bourbon Street. Whole place wasn't too far shy of a drunken orgy. Might have been fun if I'd been single, 20 years old, and protected against social diseases pedestrian and exotic, but these days it holds no charm. SWMBO would say "that woman's almost naked" about every 5 minutes, and cause me to have to really concentrate on not looking too interested. BTW, the sentiment recently expressed here that the people who parade around nekkid or almost nekkid are frequently the last ones you’d want to see that way certainly holds true in the Big Easy. Seemed like a lot of places were catering to a certain attitude of gender ambiguity, too.
The one thing that WAS cool was when we went for a cruise on the Steamboat Natchez, which is really a paddle wheeler powered by a reclaimed old-time steam engine (two of them, actually). They had the engine room fixed so you could go down and stroll through the machinery. THAT I really got a kick out of.
I didn’t make it to any swamp tours (downtown was hot, humid, populated with odd creatures and nasty enough) to check out any Louisiana wildlife, but I did manage to get one picture of a creature that I couldn’t readily identify as to species OR gender.
By golly, it good to be home.
The one thing that WAS cool was when we went for a cruise on the Steamboat Natchez, which is really a paddle wheeler powered by a reclaimed old-time steam engine (two of them, actually). They had the engine room fixed so you could go down and stroll through the machinery. THAT I really got a kick out of.
I didn’t make it to any swamp tours (downtown was hot, humid, populated with odd creatures and nasty enough) to check out any Louisiana wildlife, but I did manage to get one picture of a creature that I couldn’t readily identify as to species OR gender.
By golly, it good to be home.
