Adventure in New Orleans

I always wondered whether the “Big Easy” nickname of New Orleans was a cliche. I could easily comprehend the never-ending party scene to exist during the Mardi Gras time, but during the month of June, I thought it would be a little overexploited tourist platitude. But I was proved wrong.

I landed in New Orleans for an offsite meet on a mild summer afternoon. I was the first one to arrive and thought of using the quiet afternoon to catch up with the story I was writing for a while. The French quarter style hotel was gorgeous and the weather was pleasant, giving the mind enough fuel to take my story forward. It was around 7:00 PM when I got the call from one of my colleague and we decided to explore the city.

The town was one of the oldest in the United States. 2018 incidentally was the year that marked its 300 years of existence. Spanish and French discovered this place in the spring of 1718 and liked it so much that they decided to settle for good. Soon the sugarcane produce became the crop revolution that history witnessed. The architecture of the town was vivid and rich, and it appeared as if the old colonial times had come alive. As I walked down the street I witnessed blend of Greek Revival, Colonial, and Victorian Style structures painting the past yore of immemorial times in the richness it possessed.

Our first stop was the oldest cafe place in New Orleans, Cafe Du Monde. Established in 1862 in the French market by the bank of the river Mississippi. The coffee shop was a 24-hour place and served dark roasted Coffee and Chicory, Beignets (French-style doughnuts covered with powdered sugar). I am not a coffee person but gave company to my friends enjoying the old style setup the shop offered. Soon we stepped over to the other side of the coffee shop to watch the mighty Mississippi River.

It was dark enough to explore the party city and we took a short walk to the famous French Quarter on Bourbon Street. The place had many iconic tales, a party place for all occasions, and a social signature to remember for. The street had many architectural signs of brilliance that dated back to 1798. Most of the bars had live music with Jazz players making the entire area vibrant and lively. We hopped a few bars before deciding to visit the oldest bar on the south side of America. The place was called Jean Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop. It was founded in 1775, by Jean Lafitte who was a pirate, spy, and a celebrated hero of the Battle of New Orleans.

It was 1 in the morning and we decided to retire as our morning session was starting at 8 AM. Moment we planned to disperse one of my friends declare he was hungry and insisted to grab a bite before we could call it a night. We checked a couple of places, but besides liquor, there was nothing else they served past midnight. Frustrated all left except for three of us. I stayed along because my other two friends were drunk and I being the sober one felt the moral obligations to be their savior if the situation worsens.

Then my hungry friend did the most bizarre thing, he queried a local person on the street for help. My friend was slouched and usually, people do insane things when not in their senses. The person he stopped appeared to be a street peddler. He called upon another friend of his and promised us to get us to a place where we would find food.

I was shit scared and I refused to go forward. I kept telling my friend to come back but he refused to listen. Knowing his state, I had no option but to accompany him.

Nothing untoward happened and he indeed took us to a place which served food at such ungodly hour. Out of courtesy, we asked the two of them to join us. The restaurant owner was alarmed to see them and insisted to look at our IDs before serving food. One person didn’t have any form of identification and he was asked to leave. We had our dinner and as we’re walking back to our hotel the person magically appeared. This time he was asking for money. We sensed troubled, unsure of what harm they might bestow upon us. We asked him to walk us to the hotel first. They walked with us until the end and once we were in the known territory we ran inside. It was some experience and luckily we could escape without any trouble.

The next day I experienced a ghost. More in the next post

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74 thoughts on “Adventure in New Orleans”

  1. Beautiful and vivid description of your travel. I was going to say your post has the nuance of a travelogue but you left your readers on the edge of their seats with a cliffhanger ending. Well written and will wait for its next part.

  2. Well written and great shots … as a jazz fan who would love to see NO this is a real treat thanks Shantanu! Nice to see some current shots of you too 🙂
    Waiting for that ghost story …

  3. Watch out for those fancy
    riverboat women, and the
    card sharp sharks steaming
    the Mississippi, looking for
    a victim.

  4. It was truly an awesome adventure. As I was reading it felt like I was there with you 😄.
    Eagerly waiting for your ghostly experience. Dieing to know.

  5. I loved the pictures. But more so, I am so intrigued about what happened next? Did that person come back? What ghost you talking about? I know you are not going to answer here, but I am just curious 😀

  6. I’ve always bee fascinated by New Orleans and its history. Thanks for this beautiful post.

  7. He did like. This is wonderfully accurate and lovely recount of this trip. So glad to have read it and seen it through your eyes.

  8. New Orleans is my hometown! I love NOLA …Great food, art and so much history

  9. Wow!!! Love to travel with you – thank you for sharing your adventures. You are such an awesome writer too. Waiting for the next post – hope its not too scary. 🙂

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