I was looking forward to my visit to New Orleans, but I had no idea I would love it so much. Crossing from Mississippi into the coastal marshlands of Louisiana you can almost taste the Cajun spices and hear the foot-tapping wash-board backed accordion music drifting through the air. And did I love the music! Not many places where you can wonder down the high street and hear EVERY type of music from Cajun, Brass Band, Big Band, Bluegrass to Rock. The only thing I didn’t see or hear was Elvis, but I guess he’s busy enough up in Memphis.
Now this could have been fate being kind to my liver, or it may have just been very unlucky, but my inability to plan anything more than 1 day ahead meant I had missed Mardis Gras by 2 days!!! I was pretty gutted, but then decided to make my own Mardis Gras, ultimately meaning fate wasn’t kind to my liver after all.
My superb guide for the weekend was Gail, a learned local whom, in another twist of serendipitous fate, I was put into contact with by Alison who worked with her sister. In a quirk of synchronicity, Gail also became my first introduction into the fascinating world of Energy Psychology. However, neither fate nor synchronicity did much for my pending hangovers.
It’s so nice to walk through another city with soul & character, rather than the usual USA cities constructed of drab slab sided buildings and malls. After lining my stomach with the quintessential shrimp gumbo, étouffée and jambalaya, I filled it with copies amounts of beer, wine and cocktails under the trusty guidance of Gail who chauffeured me around all the best sights in town (well, OK, she let me do Bourbon Street on my own!) ending with a great dinner at Arnauld’s and catching Jeremy Davenport’s show at the Ritz; amazing!