Being young, and not having lots of funds, we ended up staying in a hotel that I believe has long since closed. We had one of the only rooms that had an in-suite bathroom, so that probably helps you understand at least part of the cause. As a second point, the hotel was ideally located for tours of the New Orleans cemetery, which meant that we were several blocks from Jackson Square, Bourbon Street, and most of the French Quarter in general.
I know we brought the camera, but I am going to have to hunt for the pictures. My recollection is that we took a picture or two of us soaking our feet after all the walking we did. I don't remember everything we did, but we did two walking tours in between all the other walking - and if you've ever been to New Orleans, you know that it is a walking city. As I recall, both of the tours were good - one was of the New Orleans cemetery, and the other was a ghost tour.
I mainly remember eating. New Orleans is justifiably known for its food, and we had meals in places all over the French Quarter, ranging from Maspero's Cafe to Mr. B's Bistro, to The Court of Two Sisters. Even with the vast amount of walking we were doing, I'm still not sure that we walked off all the food.
We rode the streetcar into the Garden District, and found the home of Anne Rice, and just generally explored, ate, walked, ate, listened to music, ate, and then ate some more.
New Orleans falls solidly into the category of one of my favorite cities. It is grungy at times, can feel more than a little edgy, but definitely a worthy city for a visit.
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