Paint me like one of your French Girls!
You’re probably wondering what’s with the title of this post. Well to cut a long story short, Rach booked us into a BnB, with a library room in an old 1800’s house in Louisiana and one thing led to another…
Now, on with the longer version. We picked up our car in Dallas and after some stressful spaghetti road driving we made it out onto the interstate and drove on down to Louisiana. Pretty uneventful drive with only a stop off at roadstop to give Wendy’s a little try and photo at the Louisiana state border. We arrived into our stop for the night, Natchitoches and found out we were butchering how to say the towns name apparently its Nak-i-tesh or something like that we gave up and accepted we are foreign. Rach outdid herself with the booking, we stayed in an old 1800’s B&B in a room done up like a library. The dining table for breakfast was laid out – very fancy, made you feel like you were an aristocrat in the 19th century.
We had dinner in town and met some locals who had a great time telling us all about how they love to hunt and eat squirrel’s as well as remind us that in Louisiana the drink driving limit is more of a “guide” as well as the speed signs etc. We told them about Australia and our laws on guns and voting etc – I don’t think Rach and I should be ambassadors for Australia any time soon as there are now two less Americans that ever want to visit Australia.
Next stop was New Orleans. We were told it would be crazy in this “party” town but we didn’t expect this. You are allowed to drink on the street, as well as it being a Halloween festival weekend, also with a Voodoo Music Festival we certainly found it very busy but interesting. It was a long drive so the first night we took it easy and did some walking around town down Bourbon street to get some photos with drag queens and see several women flash their breasts for plastic bead necklaces. This town is crazy! Rach had another great pick in hotels, this one was quite fancy!
Day 2 we ventured on trolley down to Garden District and into the old New Orleans Cemetery. Trolley car back to city and we spent rest of day looking around town. In the evening we dressed up in our last minute halloween costumes and headed out…i was a squid.We had a ghost tour in the late evening which told us some very interesting and spooky murder/death stories of new Orleans. We didn’t party too hard as ol’man Dan was struggling as usual.
Next stop – Mobile Alabama, Y’all!
Here’s me as a squid
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