Back when we were living on the road we headed through Louisiana and spent one very hot Summer's day in New Orleans. The adventure began with some of the greatest BBQ I've ever tasted. Pulled pork, beef brisket, corn bread, mac 'n' cheese and coleslaw that tasted so darn good I thought my mouth would explode. My heart is still a little broken that I was way too full to squeeze in any pecan pie.
Later in the afternoon we headed to the French Quarter. The old buildings were so beautiful, such a juxtaposition to the sites we'd seen over the past week as we travelled through Kansas, Oklahoma and Texas. I couldn't help but envision the old Storyville days, semi clad women leaning over the verandas beckoning passes by. There were horse and buggy tours a plenty trotting by and I'm kinda embarrassed to admit that I stood awfully close to one buggy as the guide gave a thorough history of the area. Did I hear some stories!
After hearing some incredible impromptu jazz, downing some icy beverages, wandering through every cobblestone street in sight and soaking up some voodoo vibes we called it a day, climbed into Woody and headed towards Alabama.