Saturday in N'awlins, dahlin'
Trip Start Feb 12, 2011
27Trip End Mar 09, 2011
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Where I stayed
St. Vincent's Guest House New Orleans
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Vivvy woke up and said she'd stay and do washing, so off I went through the lobby to see who was about. Chatted with Louise, an English woman of Irish/Welsh heritage who up until 7 months ago had lived in New York for 24 years.
Janine, who also works in the cafe has been here about 6 months; all the workers are sharing a dorm during Mardi Gras to make room for the crowds. She offered to loan me her umbrella 'cos it was drizzling a bit.
I confirmed where I thought the Internet Cafe was and headed off in the right direction on my mission
Thunder & lightening was happening too, and the rain began to pelt down really hard.
I walked up to Walgreen's, bought another, larger umbrella and walked on through the garden district before realising that an umbrella just wasn't going to cut it, and sheltering under an awning with a crowd of people finally quitting the parade.
I got back to St V's totally wet through boots 'n all at 2pm and still hadn't found the elusive and possibly non-existent internet cafe.
While I was gone Louise fell over in the kitchen and has a cut on her face. Probably because she works 29 hours a day.
Viv and I walked back up to St Charles tonight, mostly ignoring the parade and called in to the tattoo studio Forbidden Art to say hello and stake out the joint. A small ink memento was desired by Yours Truly. An artist from Frenchman's St was coming down after 9 so in the interim we went and had dinner at The Trolley Stop, a restaurant that began life as a tram stop in the 1800's.
We ate food completely covered in crumbs and deep-fried. Even the oysters. I had never seen oysters so mistreated in my life, yet they were strangely delicious.
Perhaps my senses were lulled by Shauna calling me Bay-bee & Dawlin' and making me the strongest bourbon & 'coke' I'd ever had....I'm sure it's possible that she may have put the coke bottle down next to my glass or maybe said the word coke over the top of it
On the curtain pelmut was a fleur-de-lise with a pattern either side I liked so I took a pic with my i-Phone to show the tattooist.
On the walk home, my carefully dignified gait testament to the strength of the drink Shauna had 'mixed', we called in to see if the Frenchman's St artist had arrived, which he had and so - huzzah! - new ink for meeeeeee! Artie McLovin' his name is and he drew me a lovely little New Orleans 2011 commemorative tattoo which he then put on my wrist. I have no real idea why but New Orleans was the first 'other country' place I ever wanted to visit, from the age of about 10. I think I thought that's where all the music came from.
At 10.30, overcome with fried food and tiredness we went home instead of out as we'd planned; Pretty Woman was on the tele and Louise is in the kitchen with an elbow the size of an orange. She never stops working.
Last day tomorrow. It's gonna be a big one. We're not scared.