The Big Easy
An Oxymoron for Me
woke up in New Orleans this morning. So excited about not having to be anywhere or do anything. So overwhelmed with how much I want to do.
That first facebook post should have been warning for me.
September 13 near New Orleans, LA
My new home for the next few weeks. We're on the 10th floor. I see a steady diet of stair workouts in my future
That second one?
Well I should know myself better by now.
Stair work-outs, sounds relaxing, sounds like exactly what I should be doing after driving nearly non-stop for weeks.
Oh silly me.
If it were only running up and down stairs.
I wish I was better at doing nothing.
It didn't take too long before Oxy and Moron joined the Big Easy Welcome Party.
I actually ended up crashing sooner than I thought and taking a nap; saving up for the weekend I suppose. I did run up and down the stairs 3 times that day.
Being a tourist and loving it — with Cindy Carr and Skye Danniells at Bourbon House.
Skye hadn't tried a Po-boy sandwich last go round in the great state of Louisiana, so it was high on her to-do list this time around.
We did a little Google search for somewhere close that was known for their Po-boys.
There were a lot of places to choose from.
We figured we'd go to Acme Oysters, until we got in line, a relatively short line...
45 minutes to get in the door
Another Google Search and...
We opted for the Bourbon House, no wait and literally a stone's throw away.
More expensive, but well worth it.
The culinary experience vs. trying to keep in shape battle had just begun.
We had some oysters and some po-boys.
All very delicious.
I'm a sucker for novelty drink glasses — at Tropical Isle, 721 Bourbon Street.
Not sure when I picked up the latest for my collection.
Did I mention the kick-off party for Cindy's show was later that night?
We went back to the condo, dropped Skye off and headed out for the evening.
We started off at The Blue Nile over on Frenchmen Street and ended up across town(I think) watching some amazing burlesque performances.
Up and at 'em Saturday morning.
We've been to the farmers market 3 times since we've been here, which is still just shy of two weeks.
We cooked up this little batch of soft-shelled crabs on the grill, up on the roof-top deck of our condo, on an evening we decided to stay in and take it easy.
Actually the premiere of Survivor was on, so shortly after we had assembled this delicious bit of yumminess and taken in the beautiful full moon, we were racing downstairs to catch our guilty pleasure on the tube(or rather flat-screen)
Skye continues to improve as a photographer, while I continue to try to be in the right time and right place, both as subject matter and taker of photos, as well as story observer and subject of stories.
This week, or that week, as the case may be, found me trying to catch up with blog posts, which looking at this current post, one might begin to realize is a Sisyphean endeavor.
While I tap, tap, tapped at my computer, Skye continued along with her studies.
But a big part of my concept of home-schooling is field trips, teachable moments, and absorbing the culture and various "lessons" where you are.
For us that involved joining the Audubon Zoo, Aquarium, Insectarium conglomerate aka Audubon Nature Institute, going to the local farmers markets, and using International Talk Like a Pirate Day, as an excuse to chase down local pirate legend Jean Lafitte, as well as running around the French Quarter and up and down the Missippi River.
Because you never know what you might stumble upon...
But It Ain't No Funk Pirate
I came across this local Bourbon Street joint. As you can imagine it was cheesy and touristy.
I actually didn't even go in.
Even I have my tourista limits and boundaries which do move around a bit, I must admit, but at this particular time, the Funky Pirate was just not doing it for me.
Scales and Ales 2013 on the other hand was pretty incredible.
It's an incredible and delightful party put on by the folks over at the Audubon Nature Exhibit.
Lots of local food, drink and music with an aquarium visit to boot.
Can't beat that.
Just a tip of the iceberg of our first week down her in New Orleans.