I managed to get down to Bourbon street for a couple of hours and I'm still scratching my head.
Its a frat party on steroids.
You walk down the street and watch the creme of trailer park society eat, drink and vomit.
Coctails with names like "Hurricane" and "Handgrenade" are sold in bright green takeaway containers.
Shuffling, weaving white people bump tatoos as they lurch from bar to bar.
Its 2pm on a Friday.
"Yeeeehaaa!"
It was 4pm and already the paramedics were busy.
The street has live music in every third or fourth bar, and apart from the prevailing 1970's and 80's redneck theme, (think Lynyrd Skynyrd) there IS Jazz on Bourbon Street.
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Oh dear, it's like a supersized Blackpool? Nice.
TR-HW
I thought New Orleans was predominantly black and flooded with jazz... no?
There is a large Black population, they just seem far better behaved than the white folks during the afternoon I was walking around.
They seemed as bemused as I was to be frank.
Jazz is everywhere just not the number 1 feature on Bourbon Street (during the day at least)
Hey bud!
Have some turtle soup while you're there. Paul Prindle - rest his soul - introduced me to it years ago. Delicious!
Great Jazz and great Blues. You need to go at night and you need to find a hole in the wall.
Cheers!
David
That last pic...you struck gold taking that one! Perfect!
My, my but Americans are something else...
Do you know, what it means, to miss New Orleans..?
TR-HW
Hey Terry, next time try the Maple Leaf Bar....a real hole in the wall,way off the main drag...but authentic music...it's worth the cab ride to the outskirts of town!
You nailed the "best" of American culture with the beer pic...it's a great shot...could be any big US city...spend more time in New Orleans and the soulfulness of the city will get to you...it's one of my favourite cities
Kim
My US uber-boss was in today, talking about places *not* to go to in America: Philadelphia seemed to attract particularly venomous wroth. Without prompting he also came up with the following quote: "Man, New Orleans; two blocks from Bourbon Street, you can get shot".
Then it all disintegrated into the usual: "don't boil the ocean", "tell them to pound sand", "you need to circle back with" / "reach out to", "she's drinking the company cool-aid,... from a fire hose". I could go on, but would start screaming.
Take care,
TR-HW
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