We took the scenic route to get to New Orleans this way we could just stay along the water pretty much the whole way.
The route took us right by a NASA facility, which was sadly closed.
NASA opened up an area here and bought just about everything within a 12 mile radius because it is where they test the rockets for their spaceships and the noise was so loud that none of the locals could handle it.
We kept heading towards New Orleans, stopping from time to time to get some pictures along the way.
When we got into town we managed to find a spot to park Houdini only a few blocks from Bourbon St. We walked over there and even though it was still pretty early (probably around 6pm) the drinking and music had already begun.
We walked up the street and found a bar advertising “Huge Ass Beer” and figured we should get some. After doing a little bit of math we realized the 2 32oz beers we got were cheaper than if we had gone to the supermarket and purchased an equivalent amount. We didn’t stay in the bar, thanks to a lack of open container laws we were able to walk up and down the street while drinking our “Huge Ass Beer”.
As we walked there were a bunch of people outside various bars and strip clubs trying to get people to come in. They all claimed to have the cheapest beer deals or the best looking women etc., one man simply pointed to the entrance of a strip club and screamed at us “Titties!!!” (I had to laugh at the simplicity of his advertisement).
We did eventually come across a place that caught my attention. I pointed it out to Maria and she assumed I was pointing out one of the strip clubs but I was actually pointing out the bar advertising their selection of over 100 beers. Then she made fun of me for being old because I was more interested in the beer than the naked women.
We walked over to Frenchmen Street to meet up with a Coachsurfer that was in the area. Frenchmen was a much nicer area. There were a ton of bars and all of them were filled with amazing live jazz bands.
The two of us, along with Erin, a former graphic designer from Chicago who recently decided to take up woodworking, chose a bar called the Spotted Cat where we listened to an amazing young jazz group do a couple of originals before we headed over to another spot where an older and much larger jazz band performed as well.
It was crazy to hear who good these groups were and to think that they were simply the opening acts at bars with no covers, the only money they made was from the tip jar and that was split between all the band members.
I can only begun to imagine how difficult it must be to be a musician in New Orleans since the market is so saturated, even great musicians probably can’t survive on music alone.
After that, we parted ways with Erin and walked around a bit before calling it a night, around 11pm on a Friday night in New Orleans…wow we’re old!!!