Saturday was filled with more tasty treats, culture and history, and incredible music. We visited the Voodoo Museum, took a bike tour around the city, ate way more food than any two people should consume in a single day, and ended the evening at our beloved Fritzel’s.

Artist drawing the cathedral

Stanley’s came highly recommended for brunch, and it did not disappoint.

Our attempt to try as many of New Orlean’s famous eats as possible in three days - we shared the Stella Benedict (eggs benedict with fried softshell crab) and an oyster po’boy. Yum.

Smoking Time Jazz Club, complete with a couple of swing dancers, on Royal St. We are now the proud owners of a couple of their CDs.

Fritzel’s during the day.

Voodoo Museum




Madame John’s Legacy was rebuilt in 1789, and survived the fire of 1794 that burned down much of the French Quarter. It’s built in the Louisiana Creole (French West Indies) style of architecture.

Ready for our tour of the city with Bob, of Big Easy Bike Tours.

Holocaust Memorial in front of the Mississippi River



The steamboat Natchez has a 32-note steam pipe organ known as a Steam Calliope, which plays some very unique, charming tunes.

The beginning of Frenchman St., another destination for great music and food.

Our tour guide, Bob, was a wealth of knowledge about the various architectural styles (and colors) of homes around New Orleans.






City Park

Tomb of Unknown Slaves at St. Augustine Catholic Church in the Treme neighborhood

Time for an afternoon snack - Cafe du Monde is open 24-hours a day

Coffee for him, cafe au lait for me, and an order of beignets to share.
We had another wonderful dinner, this time at Emeril Lagasse’s NOLA restaurant. We over-indulged on BBQ shrimp, a scallop special appetizer, the NOLA Caesar salad, and for entrees, Adam ordered shrimp and grits, and I had the garlic crusted drum, which is a local white fish. For dessert, we had the banana pudding layer cake. We somehow failed to take pictures of any of this delicious food!
Our first choice for music that night was The Spotted Cat on Frenchman St., but it was packed, as were all the other jazz clubs in that area. So we headed back to tried-and-true Fritzel’s to hear the Fritzel’s New Orleans Jazz Band. Of course, we walked down Bourbon St. on our way out to marvel at the chaos and debauchery. It was a perfect end to a perfect evening.