Outer Journey
Saturday in New Orleans is busy to say the least. Each side of the square was packed with local artist, street performers, and crafters. There were so many people that were touring around the city today. It was surprising to see how many groups came to this city to celebrate something (birthday, bachelorette, new years) you name it. This morning I woke up and went down to the lobby of our hotel to work on homework while enjoying breakfast. Before I knew it, it was time to get headed to the square for class. We met in front of the gates of the park and went in after the gates were open to find a semi quite place to talk as a class about our first full day of New Orleans experiences. It was nice to hear about the others experiences and how they view their favorite spots in the city thus far. We wrapped up our class time and headed over to the Ursuline Convent. The sweet tour guide made a joke at the beginning of the tour and told us all that no one was allowed to leave until we were baptized catholic I responded jokingly "well I'm going to have to call my mom and tell her" a few of the students laughed and I knew my mom would laugh as well. The Convent and the tour guide we had were remarkable. The tour guide a member of the church was very passionate about sharing the history of the building and its past as well as keeping us entertained. He was considerate of our time and spoke about how he didn't want to bore us, but he wanted to speak about the truth of the convent and let us know how special it is to its people. The architecture was impeccable. The detail was very indebt.
Cathedral
Fast forward two hours, we arrived at the St. Louis Cathedral and had a single group tour with just Methodist college students, which was nice not to have to share our question time with anyone other than our fellow classmates. The Cathedral was beautiful, and our tour guide was the sweetest little lady, reminded me much of my grandma. She talked about the rebuild of the church which was unique, and suprising to find out that people are buried in the floor of the church. It felt a little disrespectful to be walking on marble that people were buried under, but I guess if it doesn't bother the members of the church, it shouldn't bother me. Up next, French Market. It was busy but I should have expected that, it was a Saturday after all. The crafters and salesman were eager to make money, no doubt they did, they were good at persuading. We had about 45 min to walk around the market and grab lunch before heading to my favorite tour this far, the culinary tour. Naif was our tour guide and his home town routes made the tour what it was. He was interesting to listen too, and knew his stuff. I tried a beef brisket po-boy from Tujague's and it was delicious and had so much flavor. The second stop of five was at Creole Delicacies where as class we tasted red beans and rice, not my cup of tea. The third stop was at Antoine's and this restaurant was an allusion. It didn't look very big from the outside but it was huge and had many, many dinner rooms which spoke to its character. The fourth stop was at the cities favorite Leah's Pralines. I had never had a Praline before, they are very sweet and I'm not so sure it hasn't put people in a sugar coma before. The last stop was at Arnaud's where I tried Gumbo, shrimp remoulade, and turtle soup. I liked the gumbo a lot, and the turtle soup wasn't bad. By that time I was stuffed and ready to head back to the room. Had a little down time before heading out to Fritzel's for some of the best Jazz music I have heard here in New Orleans.
Antoine's Fritzel's
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