Day 93
We’ve been to New Orleans many times, three within the last half a year. One of my favorite weddings we’ve ever attended was here last Spring, complete with a lively musical procession through the streets. This time in the Big Easy we were only passing through with one evening to spend.
We stayed at the Drury Inn, which the girls loved for its free popcorn and drinks in the lobby, the dinner buffet, and breakfast. There was a lot of food included. The rooms great, the beds, amazing.
While the girls worked on some homework in the rooms, Paul and I walked around the Latin Quarter. We went to Kier’s favorite gallery, had some gumbo, listened to some live music. The girls, at least the two who are with us, are huge fans of the tours of all things haunted and creepy. They enjoyed the bus tour in St. Augustine, and wanted to do another. What better place. Paul bought some tickets to the Haunted History Tour, and we gathered our gear: cameras, spirit boxes or evp recorders, and emf detectors (ok, maybe just the cameras), and headed out.
The tour starting point was Reverend Zombie’s Voodoo Store, where taking pictures was not allowed, for that would release evil spirits.
There were at least fifty of us gathered for the tour and they divided us into smaller groups and assigned us tour guides. Our guide was Jack, a thin older gentleman who walked with a cane and had the best raspy storytelling voice I’ve ever heard. There was an otherworldliness about Jack. No one would have been surprised if after the tour, he pocketed his tips, and simply vaporized into a whisp of ectoplasm to float off to grab a beignet.
The two hour tour was fascinating. Jack talked of the most colorful events and outrageous inhabitants of the city,
followed by rumors of some of those spirits still lingering here and there. Paul and I heard some fascinating history and the girls got their dose of creepy at the end of each story. You know its a great activity when diverse needs for family amusement can be met. We came home in a rickshaw just in time to have a few more snacks at the Drury Inn. Thank you Jack, wherever you are.
