Ginger and The Skipper in the Crescent City: Final Thoughts

– Bourbon Street: Turns out I am annoyed by drunk, entitled Southerners such as what wanders up and down Bourbon Street. Being from the South, I figure I can say this. I know I could skip Bourbon Street, but what struck me, especially in the evening, is the edges and the shadows. There are people there, working there, and all the lights and sound just make the edges more desperate. One of our cab drivers said, “There’s lots of shadows in this city at night, you can’t see through them.”

– Trash cans: In Fauborg-Marigny and Bywater, trash cans are huge and decorated, and they seem to be an extension of people’s real estate onto the sidewalk. They move, they hang out and reserve a parking spot, they are an active part of the street scene. But the garbage trucks do seem to come through regularly.

– Streets: The streets are not in good shape, and there is only one street sign per corner if at all. This keeps traffic slow and maybe explains why everyone rides fat tire cruiser bikes.

– The scene: In Fauborg-Marigny and Bywater and Algiers, it is quiet, houses shuttered against who knows what. Perfectly refurbished ones stand next to properties abandoned since Katrina or before.

– Food: we didn’t eat at Galatoire’s or Irene’s or Commanders Palace or other classic places, so I can’t fully compare/contrast our New Orleans dining experience. But, we didn’t have a bad meal. And if Maurpeas and The Joint and Crescent City Pie are any indication, we can look forward to plenty more good meals when we return. Our other observation about dining out was that the portion sizes, especially for entrees, varied widely within one restaurant. Entrees involving hunks of meat were huge while shrimp and grits or etoufees were moderately sized.

– Katrina: It seemed like the elephant in the room, to me. Nobody really talked about it, but everybody still seemed to be living with the aftermath. Just because there is a before and an after doesn’t mean that there is an end. It is not something to “get over.” When the man renting us a car found out we were from New York, he sincerely asked if we were ok after our storm (Sandy) and offered his sympathy to everyone affected.

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