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But as I ride through the city, looking at the changes in the landscape and the buildings and the people, I realize I am no longer "of New Orleans". It is no longer a city I recognize. The buildings my be still there, but the meaning in them has changed.
For those of you who have gone to New Orleans as a tourist, you think of the French Quarter as the Voodoo Shops on Bourbon Street, the bawdy bars and strong red Hurricane drinks. Or you may think of only the Superdome, which is now the Mercedes Benz Superbowl, ack!
But you still can look down Chartres Street and see the rows of old dilapidated buildings and catch a glimpse of the St. Louis Cathedral. And see General Andrew Jackson presiding over Jackson Square. And Joan of Arc, the Maid of Orleans a couple of blocks over.
When my cousin Karen and I were25 and trying to get some additional spending money, we went down to the French Quarter to sell our macrame hangings and wine racks to tourists and locals, the market was fruits and vegetables off the ships from the Mississippi River and the local truck farmers from out of the parish, as we said. You could find the most incredible display of exotic and local fish, meats, and vegetables to fill your family's stomach for the week. Now there was not a single edible thing to be found in any of the three open air buildings, that are mostly not open air any more either.
Tujagues (pronounced Two Jacks) was my dad's favorite restaurant in the day.
On the interstate we passed the St John's Church that set the community ablaze when the parishioners decided to guild the steeple. If you want to read the history of this centuries old St John's Church with the gilded steeple click on the link.
Horse and buggy rides abound around Jackson Square.
This is the original Cafe Du Monde just across from the St. Louis Cathedral and Jackson Square.
For those of you looking for old antique plants, look at the Angel's Trumpet I found growing in the rich new Orleans soil on Esplanade Avenue. It may well be 150 years old.
And we ate at Landry's on the River in front of the French Market.
Shrimp Poboy on real New Orleans bread you can't get anywhere else in the world. And Frank had Shrimp Creole, that is not sold even as close as Baton Rouge.
But yes, it was no longer the city i grew up in. I guess time and Katrina changed all that.