New Orleans, Day 2: Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!
Here’s a general reminder for anyone going on vacation: if you make it bleedingly obvious you’re a tourist, you will become a target. Without getting too specific, that was one of day two’s general takeaways from this New Orleans vacation.
Oh, and speaking of tourists, that brings me to an observation that has continued to be true no matter where I go on vacation. No matter how tourist-y you are or think you are, when you sign up for one of those group tours to walk about town, there will always be one family that looks a lot more like tourists than you. Case in point, yesterday we walked around New Orleans with a guide who knows how to tell a good story. The other family looked way more like tourists than we did. Godspeed to them.
But jokes aside, one part of New Orleans culture I’ve always been fascinated by is voodoo. Unlike most spiritual belief systems, this is one where acquiring simple items gives you the power. It’s like The Secret, only with corn husk dolls and snakes.
Despite my skepticism, everyone in New Orleans, including the ones selling ” potions,” is so nice and sincere, you almost wish you could move there. It has all the best of Southern hospitality without any of the bigotry.
“Laissez les bons temps rouler” is this town’s “Hakuna Matata,” only better, because jazz > Elton John any day of the week.
Oh, and grits are still great, but I’m not too wild about beignets.