New Orleans PT2

Hunger and a desire for coffee pulled me from my slumber on our second day in New Orleans.  I pulled on some jeans and a shirt and made my way to the coffee in the hotel lobby.  As the caffeine worked it's magic the gravitational pull of a new city kicked in.  In short order Angie and I were up and out to the French Quarter for our first daylight look around.  In the mid morning light things were much more orderly.   

 As we walked in search of food, Angie took a moment to pose for my dear mother.  We both agreed that she would want to see this building.  We also knew she prefers pictures with people in them.

 Soon we had picked our lunch spot.  Chartres House.  Picked primarily because we could see shady open tables on their second story balcony.

 We hadn't been seated more then 10 mintutes before this here parade passed below us.

 Bloody Marys make me feel much more merry.

 Angie also enjoys a Bloody Mary.

I lover an oyster.  I love things fried.  I love a sandwich.  Put these things together and the entire trip was worth it for me.  This sandwich was amazing and yummy.  Our waiter had the best creole accent.  He told us about a guy with some weight on him, that plays guitar every night at a bar down the street.  It was a delightful tip to get from a man who speaks like dripping hot butter.  

 After lunch we wondered around and found a lovely lit antique store.

 This banjo player had it figured out.  His dog would walk up to people and take their money, then drop it in his bucket.  Busy dog, happy banjo man.

 After our afternoon of wandering, we were pretty beat from the night before.  It was then back to the hotel for a nap for us.
We slept an hour or so and then took a cab to the garden district.  Selfishly I made us walk about 30 blocks, because I needed to see the studio where Trent Reznor recorded "The Fragile" and where Marilyn Manson recorded "Anti-christ Superstar"

 Here it is, a clothing store now.  It maybe doesn't look like magic, but it felt like it to me.

Kudos to my lovely wife for hoofing it out with me!

On our cab ride to the garden district we had another great creole accent driver.  He was running down the things we should do while we were in town and mentioned we absolutely had to eat at Cochon.  I felt very cool to be able to tell our cool-voice cabbie that we had reservations for Cochon that very evening.
After we found Trent's old haunt we were beat.  I had just enough juice left in my phone to figure out how to take public transport back to the hotel.  Big plus for the bus in new orleans, it was clean and the air conditioner worked very well.
After a shower and rest in the room we met our group in the lobby of our hotel and we were off to eat some pig.

Here is our group enjoying our after meal glow.  I ordered:  louisiana cochon with turnips, cabbage & cracklins $24 and worth every penny.
To drink I had:
the rub $10
michter’s rye whiskey, apple cider vinegar, angostura
bitters, simple syrup

day two was long, and after our excellent meal we walked back to the hotel with some of our gang, had a couple of beers and called it a night.