After the Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, or NOLA as it likes to be known, is definitely back on its feet. There’s a surge of new building and on my visit, they’re even resurfacing the historic Bourbon Street.
What I like about the city is that it’s easy to get around, either by walking, tram or even bus. Indeed you wouldn’t want a car here as parking charges in the French Quarter are exorbitant, even if you’re staying in a hotel. And you should definitely stay in the Quarter, in spite of the noise, as it’s definitely at the heart of things.
French Walking Tour
Although it’s perfectly easy to get around on your own, a guided walking tour is useful to get your bearings.
I meet my guide after a New Orleans breakfast of coffee and the famous beignets at Café du Monde. I’m right on the banks of the mighty Mississippi and get a brief introduction to the history of the first French settlement.
It’s then a short walk to the French Market, which is an open-air area featuring shopping, dining and live music. There are five blocks of speciality retail shops featuring locally-made jewellery, clothing, cuisine and art. We then leave the banks of the Mississippi and pass the old Ursuline Convent, then turn into Royal Street. This has the archetypal French Quarter architecture, all cast iron balconies and baskets of flowers gracing the fronts of the houses.
Further along, to the left, is the Avart Peretti House on St Peter Street where Tennessee Williams wrote Streetcar Named Desire. I emerge into Jackson Square in front of the iconic Andrew Jackson statue and the St. Louis Cathedral, the oldest cathedral still in use in North America.
This is a noisy place with brass bands often competing against each other but it’s also the location of an open-air artist colony, where artists display their work on the outside of the iron fence. If you have the money you can have your portrait painted.
Over the course of a few days, I get to know my way around the quarter and find it at its most delightful in the morning before the crowds arrive. Later in the day, it’s still anarchic enough to avoid tourism chic – I love the bands who set up in the streets and just play. In the evening it gets too much and I prefer the Faubourg Marigny, the adjacent neighbourhood, where Frenchman Street is liked the old days of Bourbon Street – a strip of bars and restaurants with classy live jazz.
Back in the quarter, you’re more likely to hear bands doing covers of rock and soul, but I do visit Preservation Hall one night. The place is pleasantly ramshackle with only a few chairs, but there’s standing room at the back, and four or more sets a night. The old guys have shuffled on to the great gig in the sky but the next generation are able players and know how to charm the crowd.
Tempted by even more jazz, next day I make my way again to the banks of the Mississippi and climb aboard Steamer Natchez, the 9th paddle boat to bear the name. She was built in 1975 and is one of only two authentic steamboats on the river. There’s buffet-style dining and live jazz throughout the voyage. I take a seat on the upper deck at the front and enjoy the sights along the Mississippi, guided by an interesting commentary.
Later, I cross Canal Street and make my way to the Warehouse District, a 19th century industrial area for storing grain, coffee and produce. When the port moved away, dereliction set in but it was revived by new galleries and museums. The mightiest of which is the National WW2 Museum, a massive hanger of a building, with state of the art interactive exhibits.
It was located in New Orleans because D-Day’s amphibious landing craft were designed and built in the city. Perhaps the most impressive exhibits are the WW2 planes, including a B17 Flying Fortress hanging from the ceiling. I also like the Final Mission: USS Tang Submarine Experience where you relive the last epic battle before it sank with most of its crew.
The area was renamed the Arts District when the Contemporary Arts Center (CAC) opened in 1976. It’s a sprawling complex full of cutting edge-artwork and they stage an eclectic array of music, theatre and dance performances. I prefer the smaller Ogden Museum of Southern Art, nearby with a fine collection of artworks from the region. They also have live music every Thursday and I catch a fine performance from local bluesman Walter Wolfman Washington.
On my last day, in true Tennessee Williams style I take the St. Charles Avenue streetcar through the Garden District uptown to the Carrollton-Riverbend neighbourhood. It’s not the fastest way to travel, or the most comfortable but I break it up by getting off and exploring Magazine Street. This follows the curve of the Mississippi, a few blocks north, for six miles and is crammed with antique stores, art galleries, craft shops and boutiques. Of course it also has some fine restaurants and bars.