The Central Business District is the financial part of town, with skyscrapers, large hotels, Harrah's Casino, con men, shops with touristy crap, and attractions established to squeeze the dough out of visitors. You have to pass through it on your way from the Warehouse District to the French Quarter. All in all, a necessary evil.
The main city artery, Canal Street, runs through it (above). It is here where the first scene in one of my favorite books, The Confederacy of Dunces, takes place. Ignatius is waiting for his mother in front of the D.H. Holmes Department Store, studying the crowd of people for signs of bad taste in dress.
Central Business District to dzielnica biznesowa z wieżowcami, wielkimi hotelami, kasynem Harrah's, cwaniakami, sklepami z barachłem i atrakcjami do wyżymania kasy z turystów. Trzeba przez nią przejść żeby z Warehouse District dostać się do French Quarter. Jednym słowem: zło konieczne.
At Walgreens we found... dried alligators.
A hot sauce freebie: a baby alligator foot.
|Ruby Slipper serves breakfast all day. There is always a wait for a table anyways, but on that particular morning we had extra competition. Football fans were in town for an important game the night before.|
|Banana Fosters Pain Perdu, a New Orleans version of French toast inspired by a popular Louisiana dessert of flaming caramelized bananas and vanilla ice cream. In the background, there is another Southern staple, shrimp and grits.|
|How do you imagine the Mississippi River? Before my trips, I usually read about the place but avoid seeing pictures. I knew there was a 'riverwalk' but I imagined a boardwalk, not a freaking shopping mall!|
|Places like this one just make me mad and sad. But we were there with a purpose: to see the river.|
Here it is. I wish we didn't go through the trouble.
|When I was looking for a place for us to stay, no hostel was able to accommodate us for the entirety of our visit. First, I booked a hostel for our last 3 nights, then I found a hotel for the first 3. The price was the same. When we moved from a very comfortable room in the Warehouse District to a claustrophobic, cold shed 15 bus stops from downtown, I just wanted to cry. I was fighting a terrible cold on this trip and it was hard to be a half-happy sicko if you had to put your jacket and a hat on for every venture to the loo.|
|Our room consisted of a bed, a small shelf, a small heater and a window which we would hang a jacket over.|
|Normally, if all the sweets in the world just disappeared, it would take me a while to pick up on it, but in New Orleans I was obsessing over deserts. That's how we ended up at the Palace Caf|
|The service there is extraordinary. Each table is taken care of by two waiters. One tends to the drinks, the other one to the food. We remember the second one quite well. He was on a very nervous high. Our tip probably soon ended up up his nose.|
|Their white chocolate cc|