I remember when Dr ManWhore told me our marriage was over, among other thoughts, I was overwhelmed with a sadness that I would never travel again (and as you know that is one of my greatest passions). I had been to NYC and Miami on my own, but I wouldn’t dare go elsewhere. One: I thought I’d get lost or in some kind of trouble without him. Two: I couldn’t imagine how I’d cope alone in a place where they didn’t speak English. About 5 months later I went to Paris on my own. I had to prove to myself that I could do it, and that life goes on … and I did just that. Believe it or not I had a wonderful time. Anyway, now, whenever I travel, I can’t help but thinking of him. In my head I’m mentally giving him the finger. “A fine fuck you,” I say to him in my head, “I don’t need you to feel happiness anymore.” It’s so empowering. If you have never travelled alone, I urge you to try it at least once in your life. Of course, I was not alone this time though. Crazy Kat was the most amazing partner in crime.
And now it is time to continue with my last installment of my very excellent adventure with CK so that I can start planning the next one.
Day four started out with a delicious breakfast at Willa Jean. The cookies my not have met with my expectations (as gorgeous as they were), but I highly recommend it as a place for breakfast. I had a very naughty fried chicken and biscuit sandwich with honey, and CK had a more healthy, but no less attractive option of avocado toast. We also split a cheeky lemon and cornmeal muffin which is haunting my memories. It was sooooo good, but it it was a special for the day. I don’t think its there all the time. Hmmm… you know what? I think I may write to them and ask for the recipe. All they can say is no, right? Then maybe I can make it and share it with you.
Okay, so as I’m writing this, I sent them an email. I’ll definitely make those for you guys if they give me the recipe. But I digress…
So one thing I really wanted to see was Marie Laveau’s tomb at the St Louis Cemetery No.1. She was a very famous (and loved) voodoo priestess, as well as a great pillar of old New Orleans. It was commonplace for people to visit her grave and draw an “X” on the walls, turn three times, and make a wish. However, now there are very strict rules about vandalism, so I don’t know if anybody does this anymore. Her tomb was once covered of loads of x’s, but since then, it was whitewashed and is now looking quite pristine. Still, people leave little gifts to pay tribute. While I find this very curious and fascinating, and it definitely has appeal for me, I stay away from these sorts of things. It scares me a little.
Interestingly enough, out tour guide did point out an unmarked tomb where black magic is/was regularly performed. That was a little strange to see. Very curious indeed. There were bobby pins on the ground left as an offering, but our guide told us that sometimes there are more ominous things left behind, like skin and bone!
Do I believe in this stuff? I don’t know, I guess I believe in it enough to keep my distance. In New Orleans, the cemeteries play a pivotal part of the city’s culture and folklore. I am glad I got to see it. But of course, it was time to eat… again.
We snacked on sliders and donuts at one of our favorite places: District Donuts. That, my dears, is a must eat. The sliders were cute and tasty and make a great light lunch which will leave you room to fit in one of these beauties…
At this point, there was a torrential rain, and it was back to our flat.
On our final day CK arranged a fabulous private literary walking tour of the French Quarter. That was pretty special. We traced the steps of William Falkner, who made NOLA his home for about half the year. We saw the setting for the famous, “A Streetcar Named Desire.” Unfortunately it’s now a souvenir shop for stupid t-shirts. We peaked inside of some of New Orleans’ most glamorous hotels, which were haunts for many famous authors. It was great.
Our last meal of the trip was the one I was most looking forward to: Shaya. Middle Eastern food is one of my favorites. I grew up on it. Dinner reservations proved impossible (remember, book early), so we ended up going for lunch. This place has won so many awards, and is often referred to as New Orleans’ best new restaurant.
We started off with a selection of meze (also known as small appetizer dishes, mostly salads). This is often my most favorite part of a Middle Eastern meal, and it can really pack a punch because it’s hard to stop eating it. We had some fabulous hummus with tahini. There was a carrot salad which I thought was awesomeness personified. We had a tiny dish of very fresh tasting tabouleh salad, labneh, and oil with zaatar spice. All of this came with the freshly wood fired pita bread that Alon Shaya is so famous for.
This was followed by falafel sandwiches and fries which were accompanied by a spicy dip. I thought the falafel was excellent, but not as good as the one at 1000 Figs. That one was absolutely extraordinary, truly it was the best I ever tasted.
Poor CK couldn’t handle it though. I think she managed like 1/3 of her sandwich. Lucky I was there to help her out LOL. And thank God I made her stuff in some desert too. I don’t know what she would have done without me! Seriously though, I don’t know what I would have done without her. I haven’t travelled so extravagantly since my married days. I feel so blessed to have found such a wonderful friend — not just because I can eat all her left overs, but because I adore her.
Well, wouldn’t you know it, it started to rain again. But that’s okay, as it was time to make our way to the airport.
New Orleans was fabulous. I will most certainly be back. I hope after reading my posts, you are tempted to check it out for yourselves. I had so much fun. Upon my return home, however, I was confronted with some absolutely shocking news …