FEBRUARY, 1996
On my circuitous trek from Fort Lauderdale to Phoenix I managed to find time to spend a day in the
photogenic French Quarter of New Orleans. The Cajun flavor is as thick and pungent as you were led
to believe. I arrived a week after Mardi Gras and its mask was still apparent. Bawdiness and class
intermingle in this fun and frightening town. Don't linger too far from Bourbon Street alone!
Make sure to visit the French
Market Flea Market. You can
actually buy Voodoo dolls there!
Didn't have enough guts to gag
down a crawdad but managed to
pound some Jax! The Dixieland
Jazz Club is expensive but well
worth the talent of the musicians.
Also try to find Jean LaFitte's Bar.
It is little more than a blockhouse
with only openings as windows but it
is the oldest bar and supposedly the
Pirate Jean LaFitte's favorite haunt.
COPYRIGHT © 1996 / DANIEL RUSH
COPYRIGHT © 1996 / DANIEL RUSH
COPYRIGHT © 1996 / DANIEL RUSH
COPYRIGHT © 1996 / DANIEL RUSH