Edward, Lena and I went to New Orleans earlier this week. We drove there late on Monday, spent Tuesday there and drove back on Wednesday. Sam(son) stayed in Birmingham because he is higher maintenance than Lena on the road.
We started the day off at the National WWII Museum because Edward is a history buff. I'm glad he enjoyed it but being around real, historic tanks/planes/guns/etc that had murdered so many people was kind of making me feel anxious and giving me weird vibes.
We found this gorgeous and very old cemetery on our way back to our AirBNB and had to stop and take some photographs. Normally cemeteries and dead things in general really scare me but I did okay in the New Orleans' cemeteries for some reason. Maybe because they are so different from the cemeteries I am used to so it didn't feel quite real to me.
Lena hanging out at the AirBNB we stayed at.
Above are some photographs I took at the Voodoo Museum in the French Quarter. This fabulous older black woman who was wearing shawls and lots of necklaces and rings on every finger was manning the front desk and I was kind of captivated by her. The reason there are so many coins, dollar bills and seemingly random items in the photographs is because people leave them as a gift to the voodoo spirits in hopes of bringing themselves good luck. The only think I had in my purse that I could leave was a hairband, so I did, which I later learned was an appropriate thing to do because Marie Laveau was a hairdresser.
These photographs were taken inside Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1, which you need a tour guide to get into because it is one of the most famous cemeteries in New Orleans. The last image is of the tomb where Marie Laveau is buried. She is the most famous voodoo queen, probably in the world and probably ever. I was excited to see her grave in particular. I whispered a wish into the side of it.
Entrance to our AirBNB.
A creativity gris-gris bag and a tiny vile of love potion I bought at the voodoo museum because I am a tourist.
I didn't bring my camera with me when we went out in the evening because we were planning on drinking more than we ended up drinking (it had been a fun but long day and I got tired). We went on a ghost & vampire story tour, had a few drinks, experienced a little bit of Bourbon Street, got some food and crashed hard.