I have officially faced my fear, and conquered it! Ok, a little dramatic, maybe. I have a fear of boats, and reptiles; especially large ones that can potentially eat me. While in Louisiana, my sister had one request and that was to go on a swamp tour. On an airboat. To see alligators. And possibly snakes. This is not my idea of a good time. We looked at a bunch of different companies online, spoke with reception at our hotel and we decided to go with Airboat Adventures.
Our tour host was funny, and knowledgeable. He told us about the alligators habitat, the bayou, and the different animals and birds we were seeing. The airboats were loud, and surprisingly a very smooth ride. We would drive over branches and you could barely feel a bump. We saw so many alligators, and the passengers of the boat were able to hold a little one. I was completely terrified, and was practically sitting in the lap of the lady next to me, all while my sister was telling me to take her picture. She was so excited to hold it, and I got a quick little picture of her with Gator-ade. Overall, it was a wonderful way to spend the morning, and the rains held off until we were safely back on the van, that took us back to New Orleans.
Although it rained every single day we were there, it did not stop us from going out and exploring the French Quarter. This being the final post on New Orleans, I leave you with some of it’s more famous landmarks. We often found solitude, in Jackson Square, as we sat and listened to the street musicians playing behind us. Jackson Square with it’s views of the glorious St. Louis Cathedral is truly picturesque. St Mary’s and the Ursulines Convent sits on quiet Chartres St. We stopped and had our beignets at Cafe du Monde, bought candied pralines from Aunt Sally’s, and visited the house where Faulkner wrote his first novel. We ate hot dogs and good ole southern food on Frenchman Street. I mean how could we not eat hot dogs from a place called Dat Dog, with Tina Belcher on their sign!? Overall, New Orleans and it’s people were friendly and so welcoming. I can’t wait to go back!
The Beauregard-Keyes House, was lovely and house tours became a reoccurring theme along our trip. It is named for two of it’s primary residents, Pierre Gustav Toutant Beauregard and Frances Parkinson Keyes. General P.T. Beauregard rented this wonderful home on his return to New Orleans, at the end of the Civil War. He lived here briefly, but did however continue to live in New Orleans. He died a very wealthy man, at his home on Esplanade Ave. Frances Keyes moved in and restored the house to its magnificent former glory. She would sit and write in the front room, and people would come to gawk at her as she wrote. She ended up converting the rear slaves quarters in to her living and working area, and opened the main house up for tours. She would spread her work across lined up tables, until her work was finished. During her time there, notables such as The Duke and Duchess of Windsor visited and there was a gangster shootout on the rear veranda. She passed away, in the bed with the floral motif spread, in 1970. We were unable to visit the gardens, because the heavens opened and there was a sudden downpour of rain. Those Southern storms are no joke!
This house really is spectacular, and the pictures truly do not do it justice.