This past weekend we ventured to New Orleans to see this fun girl get married. The wedding was across Lake Ponchartrain in her hometown of Slidell, and as soon as I find some pictures from the event I will post them. (My camera went the way of my dishwasher, so I am pictureless on my own. Santa, did you hear that?)
New Orleans has always seemed haunted to me. Before it was those fascinating cemeteries, but now the ghost of Katrina lurks around every corner. Every street we travelled made me wonder what it was like during the storm. Thoughts of the Superdome make me shudder, and new construction everywhere is a reminder that things are not what they were. (Nevermind that I also started the Twilight series on the trip, so I was already in a vampire frame of mind--but that is another post for another time.)
After the beautiful wedding, we moved from our hotel in Slidell to spend Saturday night at the Ritz-Carlton in the French Quarter. It was lovely, beautiful, relaxing, fabulous, and a slow-paced way to kick off the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. That night we bundled up and walked around the Quarter, taking in the sights. There is no other place quite like it, you know? As we walked down Canal St., a jazz band was leading a just-married bride and groom, along with their wedding party and guests, to their reception. The guests were waving white streamers, while the bride and groom twirled parasols as they paraded down the street. It was fun and joyful. We ended the night listening to a talented woman crooning cool jazz standards in the hotel bar.
Sunday morning we slept in, then got up and walked to Jackson Square where we dined al fresco at Cafe du Monde. Yum. We explored the narrow streets of the French Quarter a bit more, taking in the street performers and beautiful architecture before ending up at the Shops on Canal Street (yay!). After a late jazz brunch at the Palace Cafe, we left the hotel and headed for the plane to take us home to Dallas.
It was a wonderful last half of the weekend after a fast-paced, but super fun beginning!
New Orleans has always seemed haunted to me. Before it was those fascinating cemeteries, but now the ghost of Katrina lurks around every corner. Every street we travelled made me wonder what it was like during the storm. Thoughts of the Superdome make me shudder, and new construction everywhere is a reminder that things are not what they were. (Nevermind that I also started the Twilight series on the trip, so I was already in a vampire frame of mind--but that is another post for another time.)
After the beautiful wedding, we moved from our hotel in Slidell to spend Saturday night at the Ritz-Carlton in the French Quarter. It was lovely, beautiful, relaxing, fabulous, and a slow-paced way to kick off the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. That night we bundled up and walked around the Quarter, taking in the sights. There is no other place quite like it, you know? As we walked down Canal St., a jazz band was leading a just-married bride and groom, along with their wedding party and guests, to their reception. The guests were waving white streamers, while the bride and groom twirled parasols as they paraded down the street. It was fun and joyful. We ended the night listening to a talented woman crooning cool jazz standards in the hotel bar.
Sunday morning we slept in, then got up and walked to Jackson Square where we dined al fresco at Cafe du Monde. Yum. We explored the narrow streets of the French Quarter a bit more, taking in the street performers and beautiful architecture before ending up at the Shops on Canal Street (yay!). After a late jazz brunch at the Palace Cafe, we left the hotel and headed for the plane to take us home to Dallas.
It was a wonderful last half of the weekend after a fast-paced, but super fun beginning!
EMILY!!! I wish I would have known you were going...you would have loved shopping Magazine Street!!! Next time. =)
ReplyDeleteI was wondering where y'all were. SOunds like a fun weekend!! Can't wait to see you and catch up! It's been too long!
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