One of my favorite places to wander in New Orleans is the Antique district. Amazing, copious amounts of boutiques tucked between black french lamp posts and cobblestone streets. There is just something that stirs the soul to go into these historic treasure chests. It seriously would take you weeks to really browse and see all these charming places. I really couldn’t get enough. I was drinking in the atmosphere and had been transported a century or more back into a time machine. If I could have one memento from this place what would transport me back here to my lovely visit, every time I glanced at it, what would it be? Maybe this??????
Amazing how many sparkly creations are draping the ceilings of these quaint shops. I have always been taken in by chandeliers. But I am afraid I can’t fit this in my suitcase home. I found a great article naming the top 10 antiques shops in New Orleans , that might help narrow down where you want to go if your serious antique shopper. Here is the link. http://www.10best.com/destinations/louisiana/new-orleans/shopping/antique-shops/
What I love about this place is the variety in shopping and eating. You never know what is around the next corner, and to my surprise it’s usually delightful. Here is some of the places I had a chance to browse or window shop.
When you finally have exhausted your sweet little feet, Pick out your favorite brunch bonnet and escort your famished tummy in a horse drawn buggy, over to hear some Jazz for brunch.Here is a delightful little place I discovered on Royal Street. The Court of Two Sisters Best Outdoor Dining Spot: AAA Southern Traveler Magazine’s. The adventures never cease in a wonderland of creativity here in The Big Easy. By the Way, many readers may not know how that nickname “The Big Easy” came about. One theory goes the nickname may be related to the rich musical heritage of New Orleans. The city has long been a a safe place for jazz and blues musicians who wanted a place to experiment with their abilities.. The story goes, that the earliest use of the Big Easy had to do with there were many different kinds of ways for a good musician to make it in New Orleans. From performing street performing, to playing in parks. Nightclubs became a hot ticket. It was the most helpful city at the time for a new artist to get the support they needed. The Big Easy may have represented the amount of ease it was for struggling musicians to find place to survive and thrive there.
Don’t forget to stop by this amazing little shop I saw. Just the charming sign draws one inside. How enchanting to have a signature scent created especially just for you. I had to resist such a temptation on this adventure. It definitely would be a souvenir you would never forget. That is the thing I discovered here. You really feel like thing’s can get personal. People feel free to be real, to share their talents, to find their place. I love the creativity, the charm, the talent, the art, the character this place breathes. It beckons travelers “Come, come and wander my streets….live a little.” The name of the perfumery is Bourbon French Parfumes http://www.neworleansperfume.com/about.htm
Then head over for one last beignet for dessert. I just can’t get enough of these delicious treats….somehow they draw the words “Oh,la,la” from my sweet powdery lips. http://www.cafebeignet.com/
As I was wandering down the street I rushed past a window, and something made me take a step backwards. What was the delight that caught my hurried attention? It was this adorable little dog snuggled on the couch in the window of somebody’s street-side apartment. It was all nestled between mingling homes and shops. This was such a wonderful treat. I had to snap a shot of this. Imagine how great this shot will be, when I get my new camera that I am saving up for (another Wanderology Girl Dream almost fulfilled). This is one of my favorite shots yet! It instantly took me back to the song……
“How much is that doggie in the window?
The one with the waggly tail
How much is that doggie in the window?
I do hope that doggie’s for sale!”
It was difficult leaving this hip, happy, place. The wonderful thing is, I took a chance, I came, I saw, I wandered. I am willing to find a way, even if it isn’t always in the cards….to live my dreams. I wish for you dear reader to wander….to find your dream….to do something today to start living it. We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.
The morning finally arrived and I headed out to wander down the streets. I could see the alleys bustling with pedestrians, and the streets were filling with tourist and locals. Off in the distance, the French Quarter was slowly awakening into an outside artist market. The atmosphere so alive, so thrilling.
It was simply stunning.
I stood there enjoying the street musicians for quite some time, watching the many artist set up easels and paint their hearts out.I start feeling some soul, wishing I had some rhythm to match it, but since I can’t dance, (I may get some rhythm in another life), I just watch as other tourist gather around the corner in front of me, smiling at the enchanting sound of smooth jazz music flowing out of the trumpets nearby.
I could not have been happier. As I continued down the cobblestone streets I came upon such beautiful homes nestled between colorful shops. They were a mix of Key West Caribbean and French architecture.From the Cast Iron balconies to beautiful pastel shudders. I have never been to Paris, (That is my ultimate travel dream), but this place is a mini France in a lot of ways. I have to to start my travels somewhere, and The French Quarter seems a perfect inspiration to me.
I continued down the block and that’s when I was entranced by one of the most beautiful and spectacular sites I’ve seen so far . I remember saying to myself, “Amazing”, over and over again, completely fascinated by the architecture and royal grandeur of this place. I had entered into a fairy tale setting surrounded by magical gates. The St. Louis Cathedral is one of New Orleans’ most notable
landmarks. This gorgeous building, its triple steeples towering above, looks down benignly on the green of the Square and General Andrew Jackson on his bronze horse and on the block-long buildings with their lacy ironwork galleries. Truly, this is the heart of old New Orleans.
Of course, I then saw the sweeping towers grace the sky on the rooftop, it reminded me that I should probably work a little harder on my Camera fund. As I mentioned before, (I’m saving up for a fancy, smancy , camera) for now my cell phone pics will have to do. Be patient folks, As I reach my goals and dreams the pictures will improve. I’m living my dream, what dream are you working on dear reader? I finally walked through the regal doors of the cathedral.
The Cathedral is said to be haunted by Fr. Antonio de Sedella, more commonly known as Père Antoine. He was a priest at the Cathedral and his body is buried within the church. He is said to walk the alley named after him next to the Cathedral in the early mornings.
Accounts of his apparitions by parishioners and tourists claim that he appears during Christmas Midnight Mass near the left side of the altar, holding a candle.
Another haunting is said to take place in the Cathedral by Pere Dagobert, a monk who resided in the church. It is said that his voice can be heard chanting the Kyrie on rainy days.
After touring the church I just wandered Jackson Square for a while, a long while, focused on the creative experience I was having here.I was just soaking it all in.
I could see the store fronts, the bicyclists, the musicians, the paintings pinned to boards, the flower shops, the long lines at the restaurants, the food, did I mention the food? What I loved most was the ability to get to meet so many people. To make connection and memories.Just let yourself be curious when you travel. It will bring you great delight. I stood there enjoying this artistic scene for quite some time, watching the different street artist paint, perform, and sell their precious treasures.