A small peek at The Big Easy

13Jun15

I hesitated to accept my boss’ invitation to the conference last fall, because I’d always associated New Orleans with grime and crime. And anyway, the conference was just one week after visiting my parents in Florida — and two weeks before my trip to Paris.

“It’s too much travel,” I told my husband Esteban. “But you’ll love the French Quarter,” he countered. He told me about the balconies and the hidden courtyards, about the music and food, and the friendly people. “Plus, it’s a photographer’s paradise,” he said.

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I had doubts as the plane landed: All I could see was highways and swamps. The cab driver lived up to the friendliness billing, though, and I appreciated his brief history lesson and his thoughts on the city, post-Katrina.

He dropped me at the front door of my hotel, which was opulent.

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But what really interested me was the gritty world outside those gilded doors.

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I had two hours before the welcome dinner, so I set out to explore my neighborhood. It was just mid-afternoon but already the party was in full swing.

I tried not to eavesdrop too much as two men haggled with a pair of prostitutes. When the ladies refused to further drop their price, the guys made a creative suggestion: How about the two of them sharing one girl?

Around the corner a man wearing little more than a pink feather boa was puking in the street. And around the next corner, I came face-to-face with a voodoo dude in a black robe. His gaze was (almost theatrically) piercing and menacing. I felt momentarily unsettled, but managed a grin as I breezed past him.

I rounded the fourth corner, which brought me back to the hotel. I’d seen so much in just one block! I thought I’d seen enough, in fact, to know that New Orleans’ French Quarter was not for me.

A worn-out “working girl”

My first impression of the French Quarter reminded me of an old, worn-out lady of the night. You could still glimpse her faded beauty, but the millions of sailors and slaves and visitors who had passed through the city’s fertile delta had taken their toll. Her social fabric was frayed, and her infrastructure was sagging.

The old grande dame was still in business, though — with an extra coat or two of mascara and some neon lipstick to lure the tourists.

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It wasn’t this tourist-trap that interested me, though, but what lived around its fringes. There was crushing poverty here, of course …

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… but it struck me that I saw hardly any beggars. From poets and “historical” reenactors to street artists and Starbucks-swilling voodoo priests, almost everyone was doing something to scrape by.

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I especially enjoyed the busker who called himself “Stoker Homebrew.” He was a tough-looking character — straight out of a Mad Max movie — but even he couldn’t resist cracking a smile when a lanky gentleman broke into dance.

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Anyway … it was in talking with these people that I began to grasp the true spirit of New Orleans.

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A French-ish (kind of) flavor

The view from my hotel window the next morning almost reminded me of Paris.

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To a lesser extent, so did the balconies that overhung the streets of the French Quarter …

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… and the leonine doorknockers …

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… the above-ground cemeteries …

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… and the courtyards (many of them hidden) that provided welcome oases of calm.

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Some of the sidewalks even sported bollards, just like in Paris.

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And — much as in Paris — most everything seemed to be in varying degrees of disrepair.

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But comparing any city to another is small-minded — and unfair. Because, while New Orleans may have the French flavor my husband described, it also blends Spanish and Creole influences to create a personality all its own.

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I didn’t much care for (or understand) the fascination with voodoo …

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… nor did I get the ubiquitous references to “Who dat.”

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But once I got past the sex shows, neon signs and rowdy tourists, the worn-out old call girl still beguiled.

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I barely scratched the surface in three days. But — whether it was because of voodoo, music, the people, or the food — I’ve fallen under New Orleans’ spell.

I’ll be back.



34 Responses to “A small peek at The Big Easy”

  1. Fabulous pictures! I haven’t been to New Orleans. It’s been on my list but keeps being pushed lower down for the reasons you mentioned. But your pictures may bump it up a place or two.

    • 2 hmunro

      I was in the exact same boat, graciamc: NOLA was on the radar, but not a priority. I’m so glad I had the opportunity to go — even if you go just once, and only for a few days, it’s well worth experiencing. Thank you for your kind comment.

  2. Amazing. You’ve really captured the essence of NOLA. Thanks for “taking me back” there!

    • 4 hmunro

      Thank you so much, Kent! I worried that I was painting an unfair (or at least incomplete) portrait of the French Quarter because I was there so briefly — and sitting in a conference room for much of my brief stay. But your kind comment has set my fears aside. Thank you for making my day!

  3. You’re a master at capturing the light of a place. I’ve never been to New Orleans, but I feel as if I’ve almost touched it by looking at your photos.

    It’s odd when you arrive in a place that’s feeding the tourist expectation of itself in order to survive. It reminded me of all the red phone boxes and double-decker buses you find in central London, left there to fit with every 1960s film version and every photo-opportunity of our capital city. Outside the centre of the city, far from the expectant eyes of tourists, the citizens survive on single-decker bendy buses and mobile phones.

    Your post reminded me, somehow, of an article that just appeared on Longreads – about satisfying tourist expectations in the Arctic https://read.atavist.com/welcome-to-dog-world

    Thanks again for bringing a taste of New Orleans to the south coast of England!

    Best wishes
    Elaine

    • 7 hmunro

      You are so kind, Elaine … thank you for your lovely comment. Having expectations and the creation of a tourist “experience” are two of the topics I ponder most when I travel — because, as a travel writer told me, “expectations are the killers of good travel.” Nevertheless, it’s near-impossible to approach a new experience without preconceived notions … just as it’s near-impossible to preserve the authentic personality of a place once the tourists start coming. The fascinating article you shared proved this in the extreme: Would people still visit if their experience of the Arctic weren’t so carefully managed? (Putting mascara on the dogs is a new one!) These are bigger questions, worthy of a separate post … so thank you for the inspiration! And thank you, as always for stopping by. I appreciate that you always have something thoughtful (and thought-provoking) to add. Cheers to you, Elaine!

      • We do all carry our preconceptions with us in our carry-on, don’t we? I suppose that’s one of the fun parts of travel – surprising yourself.

        I remember, before living in Andalucia, expecting alegria and flamenco to flow through the veins of the locals. And it does, in a way – on school bus trips the kids at the back of the bus amuse themselves with complicated flamenco hand-clapping games. But there’s a deep vein of social conservatism that runs out of sight of tourists, like an underground river.

        I think the authentic personality of a place lives on, in the out-of-sight lives of its inhabitants – at the schools, in the dentists’ waiting rooms and at the supermarket check-outs. Sometimes I think that the touristic mask preserves and protects ‘real’ life for inhabitants. Somewhere else. (Unless, thinking about it, you live in one of those tiny ‘traditional fishing villages’ that foreigners love to ‘discover’!)

  4. Thanks for this wonderful post, H.

    I visited New Orleans in the late 1980s and absolutely loved it. It was so different and, in part, so weird that I found it utterly beguiling.

    I loved the sound of the music constantly floating through the air and the special sound of the street cars. I took a ride on a paddle steamer on the Mississippi, visited a swamp, came within touching distance of a huge alligator and ate my first creole food. I even tagged onto a tour party in an above-ground cemetery and learned that the bodies self-incinerate because of the heat and humidity – how weird is that!

    This post has brought all my colourful memories of New Orleans flooding back so thank you.

    By the way, I have a picture on my sitting room wall of ‘Number Two Meeting Street’ in Charleston, South Carolina. Another magical place in the American South. I look forward to your blog piece about that someday!

    • 10 hmunro

      I’m so honored to have brought back so many wonderful memories for you, Des. It sounds like to had a terrific visit! As for Charleston, SC: Perhaps we should visit together, after we’re done with Mont St. Michel?

  5. Great photos; great story.

  6. Wow, how interesting and strangely beautiful. It seems a very moody place. I can see and feel all the European influencias through your images. Lovely post. You always make me think and discover new things.
    A Big Muac 😀

    • 14 hmunro

      You’re so sweet, Rosa! And you’re so right that the European influences are tangible — though it seemed to me that the traditions of many countries had been put in a blender and applied to New Orleans in uneven coats. 🙂 ¡Muac!

  7. Gorgeous collection of photos! Thank you, most interesting. 😀

    The Hedgehog in Switzerland x

  8. Daggone it, now I want to visit New Orleans. You keep doing this to me with the photos of the places you visit.

    • 21 hmunro

      Sorry about that, Jim! I’ll try to post some uglier photos next time. 😀

      But seriously … I hope you’ll have the opportunity to visit. You’d find the people-watching fascinating, and I know you’d come away with some wonderful shots.

  9. New Orleans was one of my favorite cities pre-Katrina. I’ve been scared to go back, afraid of what happened to her, but I think you’ve convinced me that it’s time. Gorgeous photos.

    • 25 hmunro

      Your kind comment made my day, Cindy! Thank you. My husband was in the same boat, by the way — he was worried that the post-Katrina version of the city would pale by comparison to his memories. I only know New Orleans in its post-Katrina incarnation so I can’t comment on what’s changed … but I can tell you that your favorite city is still well worth a visit. Happy travels!

  10. Another wonderful virtual tour, H. I only visited NOLA once, in 1973. I didn’t stay at the Royal but I did visit it with someone I met at Preservation Hall. She was only a Senator’s daughter but she taught me all about the Congress.

    I did a blog a while back about my visit to The Big Easy, when the city looked even older than I’d expected.

    😉

    • 27 hmunro

      “She was only a Senator’s daughter but she taught me all about the Congress.” Ha haa! That’s very witty, Xpat — it’s like something out of a Paul Simon song. Well done! 🙂

      Where is your old blog post, though? I looked, but can’t seem to find it. I’d really love to read your impressions …

      • 28 hmunro

        HOLY MOLY! What an extraordinary introduction to the city, Xpat. And what wonderful images you created, too. Thank you so much for sharing the URL. It’s outstanding.

  11. Beautiful photos! Great work! 🙂

  12. Lovely photos!
    Brings back memories. I was there for a conference in 2003. Loved it.

    • 32 hmunro

      How wonderful that you got to see NOLA for yourself … it’s really a city that must be experienced to be believed, isn’t it? And how equally lovely of you to stop by. Thank you!

  13. Wow, these images. Stunning, stunning, stunning! I can understand your hesitation to visit at first though, but what magnificent photographs you brought back. 🙂

    • 34 hmunro

      Thank you so much, Rochelle! Coming from such a skilled and beautiful photographer as yourself, your kind comment is a true compliment. xoxo


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