But the woes of New Orleans are countered everywhere by its beauty and spirit. The music that pours out of open doorways day and night, the sense of languorous joie de vivre and a sublime sensuousness...these are the hallmarks of a place where life was traditionally so nasty, brutish and short (mosquitoes, fire, floods, war, enslavement) that seizing the moment was not so much an act of optimism as a kind of prescient practicality. Today’s here now. Tomorrow? Who the hell knows? Laissez les bons temps rouler.
I suggest you embrace this approach to life — if not every day, at least when you go to New Orleans. And, yes, start by damning the cholesterol and hitting Café du Monde (www.cafedumonde.com) for some chicory-laced café au lait and a plate of deep-fried dough sprinkled with confectioners’ sugar. Piping hot, the sweet powder melts a little on the beignets’ crunchy edges, and the overall effect makes donuts everywhere deeply ashamed.
Stroll along the Riverwalk and watch the Natchez steamboat pass. Wander toward Jackson Square, pausing to look at the mostly bad artwork that street vendors display against the gates of the park. I found one strange little piece for $20 that I really loved. In front of St. Louis Cathedral, you’ll find palm and tarot card readers, living statues and the usual touristy stuff. But you’ll also probably find a big brass band or some other live music that will lift your mood and make your feet tap. If you have time, visit the Cabildo Museum, where the city’s rich story unfolds in art and artifacts.
I hate to follow fried breakfast food with fried lunch food, but not when it’s an oyster po’ boy from Acme Oyster House (www.acmeoyster.com). Sit at the bar, have a draft Abita Andygator and watch the bartenders’ graceful ballet as they pirouette between pulling beer taps, shucking bushels of fresh oysters and shouting to each other above the din of clattering plates.
After lunch, take a walk up beautiful, tree-lined Esplanade Avenue, the wealthy Creole response to the grand mansions of Charles Avenue built by English-speaking settlers, pausing on Frenchman Street to check out schedules for live music. I heard the Lost Bayou Ramblers (www.lostbayouramblers.com) at D.B.A. (www.dbabars.com) and they were phenomenal!
Some places you visit for a few days and feel like, OK, that was fun — I got a little taste and enjoyed. But leaving New Orleans after a few days was crushing; I felt like I had been invited to the most fascinating dinner party in the world and had to leave after the soup course.
So why in the world did I resist going sooner? I’ll tell you why: It’s because, clearly, I’m an idiot.
An Exercise in Patience
The West End’s waterfront is slowly recovering.
Most of the yacht clubs and marinas in New Orleans are on Lake Pontchartrain in West End and Lakeview, areas devastated by Katrina and now enduring a painfully slow recovery process. Southern Yacht Club (the second oldest yacht club in the country) has been rebuilt but, like New Orleans Yacht Club, does not have transient slips, though there are a handful available at nearby Orleans Marina. Many of the old boathouses have been repaired, and the New Canal Lighthouse reconstruction is due to break ground this spring. The Municipal Yacht Harbor Marina is slated for a $20 million reconstruction but is still only half open. Call ahead for all of these marinas, since this area is a work in progress.
Southern Yacht Club
105 N. Roadway St.
South Shore Harbor Marina
6701 Stars and Stripes Blvd.
435 total slips, six transient slips, two large vessel docks
New Orleans Yacht Club
403 N. Roadway St.
221 Lake Marina Ave.
375 total slips, five transient slips, one large vessel dock