New Orleans in Louisiana is a place like nowhere else. While in America, it feels like it’s in its own country. It’s brash, it’s bold, it feels lawless and won’t let anything or anyone get in the way of it having the time of its life. And that’s what brings millions there each year. Enjoy the colors, the sounds and flavors (well as much as photos and words can bring to life) as we explore the deep south’s playground.
Algiers Point is a quaint, leafy suburb of New Orleans. We used it as a base to explore the Cajun wonderland but there’s plenty to justify a ride on the ferry over to wander its charming streets. Algiers Point is New Orleans’ second oldest neighborhood, but it’s a world apart from the cobbled streets and boisterous celebrations occurring across the...
Summer in New Orleans is the off-season, so when the opportunity for sub $200 flights from New York came up, we didn’t think twice. Little did we know we were walking (or flying) into the worst storms of the season. What New Orleans is like in summer We’d been to New Orleans before, and it couldn’t be more different this time. Last time, it was...
Bourbon Street brings up romanticized imagery in the mind’s eye of brass bands, deep African-American spirituals and French street signage. That is just a small part of it. The reality is much closer to Vegas. It’s where people come to party. Really, really hard. And it’s seedy. Woah there! Wasn’t it supposed to be about great live shows and good times? I’m glad you...
If Bourbon Street is NOLA’s seedy underbelly, Frenchmen Street is the New Orleans experience you’ve been promised in magazines. Frenchmen Street is a refuge for locals – the place to go for decent food, affordable, quality cocktails and the best of the best young and upcoming acts, free of the baggage of playing to drunken parties of marauding hens and bucks...
Cruising a bayou in Louisiana is something we’d always wanted to experience. The promise of Gators and possibly the chance to see a real raccoon was always an exciting proposition. This will sound outlandish to most Americans, but living in the heart of Greenwich Village, there’s no raccoons to see (though a friend has spotted one in Central Park) and after...