This past weekend was spent galavanting the streets of New Orleans with two ladies very close to my heart. New Orleans is one of those bizarrely magical kind of cities, where you leave and instantly want more. It's the kind of place where the humidex is so high, breathing seems difficult; where certain streets are overrun with tourists, while others appear deserted and eery; where cocktails are so strong, one can easily spend the weekend in a hungover haze; and where the jazz is so soulful, one can effortlessly get lost in the buskers' sweet tunes.

Three days was the perfect amount of time to discover the charm of Southern US, chow down on my annual quota of fried food, indulge in happy hour and boozy slushies on Bourbon Street, stroll the streets of the French Quarter and Garden District, visit the Katrina stricken Lower 9th Ward, and dance the night away to live music on Frenchman Street. A few of my favourites from this past weekend listed below. Happy Travels!


french quarter
antiques along royal street
piazza d'italia by charles moore
make it right development, lower 9th ward
garden district
perusing the shops along magazine street
warehouse district


garden brunch at cafe amelie
live jazz/extravagant brunch at commander's palace
beignets and chicory coffee at cafe du monde
shrimp po boys at guy's po poys
oyster (or roast beef) po boys at parasol's
dinner at sylvain
dinner at cochon


chaos along bourbon street
live music on frenchman street
night market on frenchman street
outdoor patio at the rusty nail


(apparently 3 days wasn't enough time)
fried chicken at willie mae's scotch house
swamp tour
dinner at august
lunch at cochon butcher
audubon park
plantation tour
cooking class