Friday, 20 January 2017

17 January – New Orleans

We caught the shuttle into New Orleans and bought day tickets to the hop on hop off city circle tour bus. We took a stop off at the Garden District for a walking tour.


The Garden District is the best preserved collection of historic mansions in New Orleans, and also the most expensive. The area was once a huge market garden that was sold off in quarter block lots – so each city block had 4 allotments. Some people purchased 2 or more of these lots to build some very impressive homes. The area is home to celebrities, sports people, and film stars. We saw Sandra Bullock's home, John Goodman's, and one that had been owned by Nicholas Cage.




We also stopped in to one of the cemeteries for a look around. It is one of the better known cemeteries thanks to Hollywood. There is a vacant plot that is used to set up prop grave sites for movies.

We got back on the bus and one of the next stops was the Mardi Gras World, one of the warehouses that builds the floats. The bus circled around the building, stopping at the doors so we could look inside at the floats under construction. The floats are commissioned by clubs, or Krewes as they are known. To be in a Krewe you must be invited to join, then pay an annual fee of at least $3000 and up to $30,000. On top of that you have to purchase $2000 of beads and trinkets to throw from the float, plus tickets to the balls, and it is a very expensive exercise! Some of them seem to operate like secret societies. They have elected Kings, Queens, Dukes and other court positions.



We hopped off the bus at the corner of Frenchmen st, where the locals go to eat an listen to jazz. We quickly found a venue with live bands and settled in to relax and listen. 


Too quickly it was time to head back to the shuttle back to the RV. On the walk back we passed the statue of Joan of Arc, gifted to New Orleans by the French. Locals call it “Joanie on the pony”.


Monday, 16 January 2017

16 January – New Orleans

We took the RV out for a run today along the River Road to visit some of the old plantation houses. After a fairly quick drive we arrived at Destrehan. During the 19th century, the plantation was a major producer of indigo and then sugarcane. One of the oldest homes in Louisiana, Destrehan Plantation was built in 1787 in a West Indian style with timber columns, but from 1839 they were replaced with the big white Greek revival columns so typical of the American antebellum homes of the time.


The home is most commonly associated with its second owner, Jean-Noël Destréhan, who served briefly as the first United States Senator from Louisiana in 1812. He was influential in the transition of the Orleans Territory to statehood. Owned privately until the early 1900s, Destrehan was purchased by an oil company who used it for offices and a club house for employees. In 1959, American Oil tore down the refinery, abandoning the site.

Due in part to an old legend that a pirate had hidden treasure in the house, treasure-seekers left gaping holes in the walls. Vandals also stripped the building of its Italian-marble mantelscypress panelling, and glass window panes. Fortunately, a local sheriff prevented the theft of the plantation's original 1840s iron entrance gates and a 1,400 lb (640 kg) marble bathtub, rumoured to be a gift from Napoleon Bonaparte to the family. In their rush to escape, the thieves dropped the bathtub from a block and tackle they were using to move it, damaging it.
In 1971 the oil company gifted the site to the River Road Historical Society who have restored the buildings to their former glory.

After following the river for a while our next port of call was San Francisco, “the most opulent plantation in the South”. A big call, so we were keen to see if it measured up!

Built in 1853 in “Steamboat Gothic” style, the house is brightly coloured and features an unusual attic design for ventilation. The house is just as ornate inside with 5 artistically painted ceilings in the main rooms and faux marble, and faux woodgrain everywhere.


We had a guide who told us the history of the house, but her telling of it was quite different to the homes official website, which was a shame. We were told that the owner’s wife bankrupted him by bringing painters and decorators from Europe to create the ceilings, but the website says it was her father-in-law who commissioned a local New Orleans craftsman to do the work, and that he was in financial difficulty for the whole time he owned the estate. She also told us she “isn’t interested in all that historical stuff” and recounted a story about how the grey cornice border one of the ceilings had to be repainted “because men smoked cigars and the cigar smoke floated up and burned holes in the ceiling”. It detracted quite a bit from what could have been a very good tour.

In 1974 the San Francisco Plantation Foundation was created and the home underwent extensive restoration to return it to its glory days.

Our final tour of the day was at Laura, a Creole family plantation. The Creole style of building was heavily influenced by the Caribbean homes, quite different from the American antebellum columned Greek style of building. Less for show and more utilitarian, the main house at Laura reminded us of an old Queenslander.


The tour guide at this stop was excellent. Well versed in his history and all the family dynamics, he took us on a fascinating 90 minute walk around the house and all the outbuildings, giving us an in depth into life as both plantation owners and as slaves.



The history of the plantation is well researched and was helped by the publication of the memoirs of one of the owners. The Brer Rabbit tales were collected at the plantation and translated from French to English to be published.  


The stories of slavery were sad. We heard that 30 teenage girls were purchased to be breeding stock, to start the plantation slave population. One of the male owners (starting at the age of 65) fathered 3 children with a 16 year old slave girl and, despite being his own children, they were added to the slave count. Slaves who attempted to escape were branded like cattle with the plantation brand on their foreheads so they would be easily identified. By the onset of the Civil War, 186 workers were enslaved on this farm. Following the emancipation of slaves in Louisiana (1866), the great majority of these former slaves continued to live in the Laura Plantation quarters. They were paid wages as employees, but were paid in tokens that could only be spent at the plantation general store, and they were often in debt to the store and couldn’t ever earn enough to pay the debt.


In 1993 the site was bought by the Laura Plantation Company, restored, and opened to the public as a Creole cultural attraction.


So 3 houses, 3 very different types of architecture and 3 very interesting stories. Well worth the trip!

Sunday, 15 January 2017

15 January – New Orleans

Today was our 12th wedding anniversary!

The shuttle bus from the RV park was great. We drove down St Charles Avenue, full of wonderful “Gone with the Wind” style homes, with ornate architecture and white columns. The driver was very knowledgeable and gave us lots of useful and interesting info.

Being a Sunday the French Quarter was quiet in the morning so we walked the streets soaking in the atmosphere and admiring the buildings. The French Quarter is a crazy juxtaposition of very overdone touristy, with the beauty and calm of first class restaurants and shops. Tourist trinkets and cheap t-shirts are sold next door to high end antiques. Pubs have windows to the street where they sell takeaway drinks to go to the rowdy crowds, and in an alley a few steps away is the doorway to a white tableclothed, silver service restaurant. Jazz bands play on street corners opposite con artists fleecing people out of a couple of dollars.



We dropped into St Louis Cathedral for a look, but Mass was underway so we didn’t stay long. Outside a bagpiper was marching up and down playing, when a 3 piece jazz band struck up a tune from a nearby balcony. The piper marched directly underneath them and we were subjected to a very loud play off that the piper eventually conceded.  



A leisurely coffee and then we hopped a tour bus for a tour of the wider city. First stop was one of the cemeteries where we were able to look around at the above ground tombs. Because New Orleans is built over a swamp graves would flood with water as they are being dug, so the solution is the above ground tombs. The tombs can hold from 2 to many coffins, and when they are full the oldest coffins are removed, the remains are re-interred in a crypt under the tomb, so they can fit in the newly deceased. If several members of a family pass within a short time of each other, you can rent space at a funeral home for the extra coffins until 1 year and 1 day has passed since the most recent burial. So a tomb may have many names on it, but only room for 2 coffins – all the others are piled into the crypt. Tombs can cost tens of thousands, depending on the construction.


Next stop was the City Park, with its famous sculpture garden.

Back on the bus for a trip past the canal that was one of the reason New Orleans flooded so badly during Hurricane Katrina. The storm water system banked up because of the storm surge preventing it from draining into the estuary, and the water spilled over into the city. As a larger part of New Orleans is below sea level, the flooding was devastating.

In the afternoon we went on a cocktail walking tour. Apparently cocktails were invented in New Orleans, and the walking tour was a historical tour based around the famous cocktails and the establishments that invented them.


First stop was the famous restaurant Antoine’s, the birthplace of Oysters Rockefeller and also the Sazerac - New Orleans oldest cock tail, from the 18 40’s. Sazerac Rye Whiskey, sugar, and New Orleans’ own Peychaud’s Bitters. We toured the restaurant, with a fabulous history and such interesting stories.


Then we went to The Court of Two Sisters for a Bayou Blast, essentially a red wine and fruit juice mix, then the Absinthe House for a Green Fairy (Not nice) and finally to 2 Jacks for a Grasshopper.
We were booked for dinner at the Court of Two Sisters, so we headed back there. We were seated in the courtyard under a massive wisteria woven with fairy lights. The meals were lovely.



14 January – Houma – New Orleans

We survived the trailer park and after a quick grocery shop we headed to New Orleans. A nice RV park near the Mississippi River with a shuttle bus service into town. After settling in and having a late lunch we headed into the French Quarter to look around.

The taxi wound its way through the narrow streets behind mule carriages, bicycle taxis and foot traffic to the point when the driver told us it was easier and quicker for us to get out and walk. He dropped us on Bourbon st, the notorious party street, and the party was in full swing. Like Vegas, the drunken tourists lurch from bar to bar swigging from large fishbowls of brightly coloured rocket fuel, while locals relieve them of their money in every possible way. We escaped by buying a New Orleans baseball cap for $15 and bolted down a side street. 

Once we found our way to the waterfront we found a mule carriage tour and jumped aboard, to get our bearings and some background on the city.


The French Quarter is actually mostly Spanish architecture, thanks to several devastating fires in the late 1700s, although many of the buildings show French influences. There are alleyways, wrought iron balconies, tiled roofs, and picturesque courtyards. The buildings are mostly right on the footpaths, with balconies on the second and third levels where the residents sit to drink and take in the sea breezes. The courtyards are behind the buildings and usually have a fountain and overhanging wisteria or small trees providing little oases from the streets. So many beautiful buildings!






After the carriage tour we took in the relative calm of Royal St, before settling on a wonderful courtyard restaurant called Café Amelie for an early dinner. The courtyard was lit by flickering torches and the furniture was antique French elegance. Ros had duck and Steve had a pasta with local seafood and sausage – both were delicious!





Back to the RV for an early night.

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Friday, 13 January 2017

13 January – Lake Charles – Houma

Leaving Lake Charles we followed “The Cajun Corridor” east, towards New Orleans. Everything is very wet – the farmlands are swampy and they are interspersed with real swamp – acres of Bald Cypress trees growing in stagnant water, with bayous cutting swathes through the thickly tangled forest. Moss hangs from the branches, and the swamps are abundant with birdlife.



We stopped in Abbeville to visit Dupuys, a “Relaxed restaurant & bar serving seafood, steak, po' boys, pasta & more since 1869”. Our Lonely Planet guide told us that they serve the best oysters in Louisiana, and we were not disappointed. Steve had an Alligator Platter – alligator crumbed and fried with cajun dipping sauce, and found it to be a bit like squid, but so spiced that he couldn’t tell what it actually tasted like. He liked it. Ros wouldn’t try it.




We took a side trip to Avery Island to visit the Tabasco factory. Avery Island isn’t a real island, but a big salt rock dome. Its called and island because it sticks up out of the swamp land. The native population had long been boiling the briny spring water to extract salt, but in 1818 it was purchased and began life as a sugar cane farm. In 1861 salt mining commenced on the island, and oil was subsequently discovered as well.

In 1868, Edmund McIlhenny invented the Tabasco sauce recipe to liven up the rather bland food of the area. He started making batches for friends as well, and it grew into a business. We did the self guided factory and site tour, which was really worth while.


The sauce is made by first mashing up the Tabasco peppers and lightly salting the mash. It is then pumped into wooden casks, topped with a thick layer of salt and left for 3 years to mature. After 3 years, the mash is mixed with vinegar in stainless steel tanks and left for 2-3 weeks, stirred occasionally. Finally the seeds and pulp are strained off and its bottled on site.  The tour took us from the greenhouses, to the cask making, storing facility, mixers and on to the bottling line. The bottling plant wasn’t going, but a whiteboard said that 9800 bottles had been packed today and shipped to Germany.




Leaving Avery Island and continuing east, the swamp got thicker and deeper and the highway was running along a long bridge for miles. We saw a paddle steamer on the river at Amelia. Finally into Houma for the night. The RV park is actually a trailer park, so its pretty run down and we are keeping to ourselves tonight!  Is that the sound of duelling banjos I hear in the background????

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Thursday, 12 January 2017

12 January – Galveston - Lake Charles

After we had stocked up on groceries, we said a regretful goodbye to Galveston and headed East towards Louisiana. Galveston is easily on our list of places we would go back to if we have the chance. The winter weather is perfect (in the mid 20s every day with a cooling sea breeze), no tourists, beaches for miles, quaint shops and houses, cheap beachfront RV parks, and world class cuisine. What is there not to love?

Once we got close to the border, we headed off the highway and onto the back country roads that meandered through the bayous and along the bay. We crossed some very impressive bridges, as the Intracoastal Waterway passes through here with lots of big shipping traffic. 



Over one of the bridges and we crossed into Louisiana. 


The scenery changed quite suddenly and we found ourselves driving on a narrow road along the top of an obviously built up bank, with swamps to either side. 


All the buildings are up on stilts, some as high as 2 storeys, so it obviously floods badly and often. Even trailer homes are up on stilts!  We drove for a while along the oceanside and it was clear that the land was only a few feet above sea level. 



Lots of birdlife – herons and some black long necked diving birds about small duck sized. The land around was flat and empty as far as the horizon, with marsh grass and the bayous all we could see. We turned North, away from the sea, as to continue meant a ferry ride and we weren’t sure if they took RVs. Parked up in Lake Charles.

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11 January – Galveston

Hmmmmph. Waited all day for the RV repair man who had told us he was arriving about 9.30. Finally showed up around 2.30 and by the time he had replaced the batteries and fixed the water leak issue we had, it was 4.30. Looking on the bright side, we had a very relaxed day of doing nothing much but reading and walking on the beach.