What an experience! Wow!!
My boyfriend, his son, and me traveled to New Orleans, Louisiana. I had never been before but they had and were excited to show me the sights of the city! All the city was alive, too.
We stayed at the Maison Saint Charles on St. Charles Avenue in the Garden District. Beautiful area with vibrant colors.
The motel was quaint and nontraditional, which was nice. They had multiple garden areas to sit and a pool area to swim. Nothing crazy fancy, definitely affordable.
Jackson Square was amazing with its manicured gardens, street atmosphere and music everywhere. Friendly, happy people. The Flea Market was amazing. People will always push their products but there was a fun and friendly atmosphere.
Oh the music! Such grand feelings to have music, it just brings a joy to hear. I read somewhere that music speaks what words cannot. What better city to listen to soul-soothing music.
We ate beignets at Cafe Du Monde French Market. We took photos by the NOLA sign, so many beautiful views from those steps. Mississippi on one side, the great St. Louis Cathedral on another.
I am not Catholic, I actually do not affiliate with any religion, but when I walked through the doors of St. Louis Cathedral, I was immediately emotional. Not by any sights. I was blown away at my emotion. Why was I emotional? I have no association with Catholicism and here I was standing there overcome with this great intensity that remains indescribable. I walked around, feeling the most intense emotions in every step. I sat in a pew. I do not know what I had been thinking because I was just looking around admiring the beauty of the cathedral and breathing in this incredible sense of connection. I wish I understood it more because it was so incredible.
I had always had a fondness for Pope John Paul II, I am not sure, he just seemed to always give me a sense of calm. It's weird, I can admit that. So when I saw his photo on the wall from a visit he had made there, I could feel it. It sounds so corny, people chuckle when I tell them, but it was raw and real.
We lit a candle for my boyfriend's father. He had passed in 2015 and was a devout Catholic so it felt fitting. I wish I could explain the feelings that were felt there. It was something so intense that in writing this, I have goosebumps.
In great contrast, we went on a ghost tour. Please do not ever waste your money doing that. What a joke. We left the tour via Uber. We had po'boys at a small cafe, twice! We had visited the house from the American Horror Story. We traveled through the Garden District just to admire the beautiful architecture of the area. I am sure I am forgetting something because it was just a great time.
All in all, we had an amazing experience. We spent quality time together and visited a great city with a crazy good vibe.
We were blessed to leave before the flooding. We left 2 days before then, it was sad to watch unfold.