Yes, beignets even had to be in the title. Not Bourbon Street, or the fact that jazz was born here, or voodoo, or that it’s the place where Mardi Gras is held. No, beignets.
Ever since Chef (if you haven’t seen this feelgood movie, it’s about time), the one thing that stuck to my mind were its signature deepfried dough balls.
Since there’s a lot to see in this Paris of the South, we’re spending the full day. Here’s what we saw in short:
This street, ruled by party people and fluorescent green colored cocktails named ‘Hand Grenades’, feels a lot like the American Khao San Road to me. It smells a bit like horses – Mounted Police is present – and puke. The neon lights, live music and occassional jazz bar in the middle of buildings with music blasting out, give this Rue Bourbon its particular charm.
The French Quarter seems to have its good and less good areas. Especially Royal Street and its side streets are so so pretty. And yes, the holiday lights do give it that little extra.
* All pictures in this post are taken by Jon Liong: Full time traveler, skilled photographer, dedicated boyfriend and Po’boy lover (& he owes us his review of Johnny’s Po-Boys, where he ate a drippin’ roast beef po’boy and found the cheapest ATM ever)