The best days start with sandwiches. Which in New Orleans means a trip to Central Grocery, home of the original Muffuletta. Italian ciabatta, stuffed with layers upon layers of ham, salami, cheese and olive salad.There are a few seats at the back of the store, from where you can eat your Muffuletta while reading messages left by those before you who did the exact same thing.If you look closely enough, I garantee you’ll find something you can relate to!After this, we were stuffed, but this did not stop us from trying the pralines at the French Market… I mean, we have a different stomach for fudge, don’t we? Wandering back into the French Quarter, we spotted a few more pretty houses, and loads of tiny horses!We made a pit-stop at the Presbytere museum, which had a fascinating exibition on hurricanes and other natural disasters. As well as an entire floor dedicated to the Carnival and associated traditions.After hours roaming the museum, we were back on the (very pretty) street and starting to get hungry…Luckily, we made to K Paul’s right in time!If dinner there can be a rather pricy affair, lunch is a lot more casual and affordable. And very filling indeed!
Having had more than our fair share of fried chicken, gumbo and bread pudding, we were in the mood for some more cultural discoveries so headed to the Voodoo museum.Being just a few rooms big, it’s a fairly small affair, but I discovered a completely new world, full of ghosts and spirits. Spooky!
We topped the day off with more wandering around in the lookout for yet more pretty houses/doors/streets…
We might have considered getting some cake, but settled for cocktails in the most beautiful bar EVER instead… but more on this tomorrow!