I know what you think I’m going to say. That after dark, New Orleans turns into the Den of Iniquity. It may in some areas, and I assume it may get more so as the evening wears on. But that is not what stood out to me at all.
In the evening, the heat lessens, the light gets softer, and the city turns a little magical. Every city probably looks better in the evening light, but it really brought out the loveliness in New Orleans.
After our tour, we all checked TripAdvisor for some good, moderately-priced food. We found (after a few circles) Capdeville, which was wonderful. Old album covers on the walls, a jukebox, and the food? The Mahi-mahi was the best fish I’ve tasted. The truffle oil macaroni and cheese melted in your mouth. Marcus wanted local cuisine, and had crab cakes with collard greens and grits souffle. (Sounds weird. Tasted surprisingly great!) We topped it off with expresso creme brulee, which could have been the nectar of the gods in the Greek myths.
We had an hour left of parking (finding parking was relatively easy but expensive), so Ash suggested we see as much as we could see in an hour. So we were off. This may have been my favorite hour of our visit.
We enjoyed street musicians, and the blues music we heard from the bars. We witnessed a wedding party walking from the church to the reception down a busy street with a police escort. And I mean EVERYONE who attended the wedding. The bride held a white parasol, and many others waved their handkerchiefs. Why? Look at my last blog post. We saw the enticing insides of stores and art galleries whose lights glowed onto the sidewalk, making it difficult to walk past without peeking in. Matt bought Ashley a drink because you can have an open container in the city, and someone had to exercise that freedom. A party bus drove by, flinging plastic beaded necklaces into the crowds on the sidewalks. Marcus and Nebraska both retrieved one. (I heard if you flash someone at Mardi Gras, you get a necklace. I reassure you there was no flashing to obtain these beads.)
In summary, I wouldn’t recommend Bourbon Street at night, but to really see New Orleans, you have to see it in the evening.