As soon as we checked into our surprisingly elegant yet cheap hotel in the French Quarter, Chateau Lamoyne, we hit the pavement to enjoy the remaining heat of the setting sun. We were a block back from Bourbon Street and so this was one of our first impressions of the French Quarter in New Orleans.
First Impressions of French Quarter New Orleans
I was really taken-aback by the bawdiness of it. The buildings, though old, were so ramshackle and in need of a good paint. Bar after bar lined the streets with neon flashing signs advertising hand grenade and hurricane cocktails or naked women. All bars were open out to the street with live music playing to no one as all ferals and seedy drunks roamed around on the streets outside. The stench of liquid rubbish filled our nose everywhere we went and turned our stomachs.
This was not what I pictured it to be and was a little disappointed, especially after our shocking journey to New Orleans.
I’ve been to plenty of party streets around the world but this one is definitely in a class of its own. I truly did not know what to think of it or how to describe it so I thought I’d just grab a drink and try to understand it better from the perspective of its frequent glassy eyed visitors. I grabbed a takeaway Hurricane, took a sip and was blown away by a category 5. It was the strongest cocktail I’ve ever had and was enough to help me get my groove back.
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We wandered through the French Quarter some more which was a little tamer and a bit easier to like at first sight. I was expecting something a little more on the lines of the historic buildings of Savannah, with class and style but the historic buildings here just seemed so run down and in need of a good renovation. I found myself really struggling to get a grip on New Orleans and try to understand more about who she was.
After a great meal and a couple of cheap beers we made our way back to the hotel via Bourbon street at night. It made a little more sense to me under the cover of darkness and a couple of beverages. Street performers were out with throngs of people in full party mode. (The chicks standing around in their undies could probably put a shirt on to class it up a little more and leave something for the blokes imaginations.)
It was then that I realized it reminded me a lot of Bangkok. The seedy bars with flashing neon lights enticing the men in for some jiggy jig while farangs walked up and down the street soaking up the atmosphere with cheap beer! Now I think I understand this place a little more.
It was definitely time to get Kalyra home before she started learning some things she really shouldn’t!
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