Showing posts with label Louisiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Louisiana. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2014

Twelve Years a Slave and Roots are but appetizers (NOLA day #2)

Imagine.

It is 3:00 in the morning and a grand brass bell rings over the fertile delta.
"git up" your pappy says, nudging you with his worn boot. "Ya'll got cane to cut".

You will work until 11:00 am.  In heat so stifling it killed many of the first French settlers - the ancestors of the people who own you, your family, and everyone you will ever know.  The second shift of the say will start in a few hours and last until the sun sets.

Imagine.

This is the "LauraPlantation".  It survives because of the original slave cabins.  This is also the site where the famous Br'er rabbit and the tar baby story was recorded.


The bright yellow and blue seem odd to us - thinking of the "American style" white plantations.  Many of which are just down the street.  This is a Creole plantation - and they were very colorful and only French was spoken within the walls.

This home may have housed 600 slaves at its height (there were no accurate records once the Americans took over the Louisiana purchase).

Original slave cabins






The owners were not kind.  They branded their property, sold them when the price was right or they felt inclined, and worked them to death.  It was not a good life.

The owners did spend a large sum to take photos of each slave before the Civil War ended.  It is one of the few surviving collections of photos from slaves at a plantation.

These slaves harvested sugar cane.

We had only eaten English muffins before heading to a French plantation, so we thought we'd try American food. Just down the block from Laura's is B&C Seafood.  I'd been looking for a place like this.  Back country, plastic tables, wait staff who talk like they have marbles in their mouth....

Well, this is the place!

I had craw fish (boiled).  They say "Eat the tail and suck the head".  Then they giggle a bit....  I will have you know I did both and it was delicious.

I also had an oyster Po Boy and Dixie beer.  I felt very white.

Marci had a muffaleta hamburger, fries, and a beer of her own.

Back woods YUM!


Ate in for dinner.  Gonna rest up a bit.

Night, y'all....

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Why tourists willingly drop $5.5 billion a year (NOLA - Day 1)

We were up early.

The lemon tree (that's right folks, we have our own citrus tree!) is a local favorite for the miniature winged locals.  The tree burst with life at about 6:30, and we were happy to hear them.

We crossed the street to the neighborhood coffee shop and injected strong southern caffeine into our veins.

The Community Coffee shop across the street
After some strong brew and buttery croissant, we gathered our things and headed for the French Market.

What a treat!

If you haven't been, this should be on your bucket list.  Warm people, great food, sights, smells, sounds, the French Quarter (and especially the French Market on Sunday) has it all!






We truly enjoyed the bustle, warm weather, and French architecture.




And there is music EVERYWHERE!




































After lunch - and a whole lote of walking, we decided to take a drive.  We went over to the lake (Pontchartrain) and drove to Mississippi.  It was lush, swampy, and really fun to see.  We listened to a James Lee Burke book (set in New Orleans) and had a relaxing time seeing the deep wouth.

We drove past AMAZING powder white sand beaches in Mississippi (and cannot figure out why thousands of people are not flocking here).  The beach front homes are the most beautiful we've ever seen.  Stately, not gaudy like Miami or wierd like California, just - southern.  Love this architecture!




We were treated to a beautiful sunset as we drove back over the lake into New Orleans.


We ended our long day on Bourbon street (loud and crazy for sure) and then headed back to our quaint cottage for bed.

What a great day!