Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow…

**FIRST listen to this song while reading. It is the reason I’ve wanted to go to New Orleans for ever. (Dad, if you’re reading, it’s Marie Laveau!)


I’m guilty of being an unintentional travel snob.

When I tell people I like to travel, I generally mean overseas. When others tell me they like to travel, I’m expecting to hear about ziplining in Brazil, getting drunk in Australia or volunteering in Liberia. In other words–I am really good at discounting all the parts of America there are to see. (I know, I know…I’m working on it.)

The first step in my de-snobbery program? An all-American road trip! N’awlins bound with two friends to eat, drink, and hold alligators.

1. Bourbon Street is everything the reputation claims–pass on the Hand Grenade but grab a Fishbowl. It comes with a handy lanyard for no-hands sipping.

2. Don’t go to NOLA if you aren’t hungry. Shrimps, gumbo, oysters, even the fried chicken is amazing in this jewel of a city.

3. It is hot. I would describe walking through a swamp, underwater (humidity–duh) that is on the sun. So you know, bring deodorant and perfume.

4. Those accents make you melt quicker than the heat ever could.

Now please feast your eyes, and not everyone at once schedule me to be your profesh photographer.

Check us cheesin' after we held behemoth alligator montsters.
Check us cheesin’ after we held behemoth alligator montsters.
dranks.
dranks.
Ever wondered why Cafe du Monde is such a big deal? Because it's sweet, fried dough covered in sugar. Waiting on the franchise opportunities with this one.
Ever wondered why Cafe du Monde is such a big deal? Because it’s sweet, fried dough covered in sugar. Waiting on the franchise opportunities with this one.
We watched a parade. And then became part of the parade. And then walked a billion million miles to this photo spot.  (and then walked back)
We watched a parade. And then became part of the parade. And then walked a billion million miles to this photo spot.
(and then walked back)
This graceful beauty, lounging.
This graceful beauty, lounging.
...and this graceful beauty too...
…and this graceful beauty too…
and me and my grin. I am holding a real-life dinosaur--don't be picky about smiles.
and me and my grin. I am holding a real-life dinosaur–don’t be picky about smiles.
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2 thoughts on “Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow…”

  1. I love your description of the heat! My other favorite spoken by a suffering tourist is “this kind of heat (with high humidity) is like being smothered to death in a hot, wet, blanket.” I live in South Louisiana & yes, the heat is hard to describe to someone who has never experienced it, but I’m so glad you enjoyed your trip.

    To be fair, New Orleans isn’t really like other parts of the U.S. It’s almost like visiting a whole other country. The food & culture are completely foreign to most outsiders and the accents can be near unintelligible. I had a tourist tell me once that he had no idea his cab driver was speaking English until another local conversed easily with him. So the international snobbery isn’t quite erased yet. ;-D

    1. Oh, that’s too funny! We all three thought the accents were just divine!

      And you know, I’m from South Georgia–I really thought the heat wouldn’t be too different but oh my was I wrong!! It’s still a lovely city that I’d love to explore more one day.

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