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Trinity Episcopal Church Garden District of New Orleans |
Millions of
revelers flow through New Orleans for Mardi Gras at Lent’s beginning but far fewer
join festivities when the penitential season ends at Easter. Yet at the Pasqual celebration, weather is
better, gardens fuller and a different kind of hat rules – the Easter
bonnet. It was the perfect time to
revisit New Orleans after a 35 year absence.
Preparations
for the trip first centered around restaurant reservations. Two months in advance were not enough to
secure a table for some NOLA traditional establishments. Arnaud’s website warned they were booked
until May. Commodore’s Palace wouldn’t
allow online reservations and a call confirmed they were completely full for
brunch on Easter Sunday. Amelie’s, a
small venue in the French Quarter, apologized for its capacity crowd and could
only offer to put us on a waiting list.
Fortunately, finding a good restaurant in the Crescent City is easy and
I could relax a bit with a confirmed brunch reservation at Coquette’s in the
Garden District. It seemed prudent to
firm up eating arrangements for other nights of our trip and those came more
easily – Bayona on Saturday night and August, a Josh Besh restaurant, on Monday
evening.
For
accommodations, we used Airbnb for the first time. Our go to favorite home/apartment rental
company had been VRBO – Vacation Rental by Owner. But younger friends promoted Airbnb as it
advertised not only full apartments and houses but also single rooms or even a
shared room. Prices can be as low as $30
a night in the Seventh Ward or $155 a night for a two bedroom spot in the
French Quarters or $355 for a four bedroom house in the suburbs.
We booked
half of a shotgun house on Magazine Street in the Garden District, complete
with front porch for easy street scene viewing.
Donuts and coffee were one block to the east and a neighborhood bar one
block west. Our landlord lived next door and had coffee,
water and cold beer awaiting our arrival.
He knew the local scene and could suggest many music venues and local
food choices.
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Diners at Commodore's Palace |
With
Catholic and Episcopal churches within walking distance, we enjoyed our stroll
on Easter morning. Men in white and
cream colored linen suits and women with large brimmed hats carried on an old
Southern tradition. Boys in jackets and
girls in pastel dresses skipped into church.
A cross covered in wire greeted families who brought flowers from their
gardens to fill its spaces – a tradition I remember from my childhood. It felt a step back in time.
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Strawberry shortcake with mint ice cream at Coquette's in Garden District |
Easter
Brunches are serious business with most restaurants overflowing. At Coquettes, a three course, fixed priced
menu offered unusual Easter choices such as lamb stew with potato salad or
crawfish salad but included a traditional strawberry short cake. Well dressed families filled the two stories
throughout the day. A stroll through the
Garden District took us past Commodore’s Palace, a New Orleans classic with its
odd blue and white striped exterior. We watched guests arriving in sleek black
cars, exiting in high heels and flowered patterned attire. Inside a jazz trio played.
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Lafayette Cemetery #1 |
Across the
street, Lafayette Cemetery#1 was open
and beckoned to those passing by. New
Orleans cemeteries are unique with family crypts holding generations of the
departed. Names of the departed dated
back into the early 1800s. At one
monument, a feral cat relaxed and two strands of black and white beads were draped
over an urn. As a walking tour passed by
we overheard the guide explain the need to live in a “good cemetery”
neighborhood – a concept new to us.
If Mardi
Gras parades seem excessive, an alternative is the Easter parade. Three were available in the French Quarter
with several neighborhood ones nearby. Bourbon Street Club owner, Chris Owens, was the Grand Duchess of her 32nd
annual “patriotic” Easter Parade. Stuffed
bunnies are tossed as well as the ever present beads. Another favorite family activity appeared to
be picnics in the beautiful Audubon Park and then just cruising St. Charles
Avenue with windows open.
New Orleans
for the traveler has the feel of a foreign country as well as living in a time
capsule. Much of the city has completely
recovered from Hurricane Katrina and it has almost recouped its population loss
from the storm. Despite recent crime
surges due in part to a 30% vacancy rate in the police department, the city
feels safe, friendly, and walkable. It
certainly was on a beautiful Easter Sunday.
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