nathalie came down
to new orleans again for labour day weekend. so, that was fun, we stayed at the newly reopened and very lovely roosevelt hotel. the first day we just took it super easy, slept in, went to the pool, and then went to drago's... a really good oysterhouse started by a croatian. their hallmark are their grilled oysters pictured above. theyre pretty much amazing... sure, if you eat 6 doz
en in a sitting your heart will explode, but that builds character, no? on sunday, we went into the country to look at a few plantations. we visited oak alley, famous for its 28 300 year old virginia live oaks that were planted by an anonymous frenchman... the property was later bought by another dude, who had the architect who designed new orleans build him his house... his wife didnt like it, and preferred to live in new orleans... the owner lived out his days begging his wife to move back with their kids... the story for this plantation wasnt as good as that at Laura Plantation... where the B'rer Bear and B'rer Rabbit. Laura was a plantation owned and managed by a Creole fa
mily... it was especially interesting because of the matriarchal manner in which it was ran. the president of the family business was always a woman of the family. the house was colourfully painted in the creole manner. apparently, the colours were a way to show that french was spoken in the house and not english. houses painted white spoke english... what i thought was peculiar was that oak alley was owned by a frenchman, but painted white... i wonder if it was painted in the creole manner before it was bought by an anglo family... in between the two plantations was st joseph plantation... which is pictured below... i dont know much about it, except that with the lack of trees in front of it, it probably discourages people from paying 15 dollar entrance fees since th
ey can see the house very well from the outside... i really liked the creole style to laura plantation... i preferred the prosperous austerity of it both inside and outside to the wanton extravagance of antebellum victorian style.
to new orleans again for labour day weekend. so, that was fun, we stayed at the newly reopened and very lovely roosevelt hotel. the first day we just took it super easy, slept in, went to the pool, and then went to drago's... a really good oysterhouse started by a croatian. their hallmark are their grilled oysters pictured above. theyre pretty much amazing... sure, if you eat 6 doz
en in a sitting your heart will explode, but that builds character, no? on sunday, we went into the country to look at a few plantations. we visited oak alley, famous for its 28 300 year old virginia live oaks that were planted by an anonymous frenchman... the property was later bought by another dude, who had the architect who designed new orleans build him his house... his wife didnt like it, and preferred to live in new orleans... the owner lived out his days begging his wife to move back with their kids... the story for this plantation wasnt as good as that at Laura Plantation... where the B'rer Bear and B'rer Rabbit. Laura was a plantation owned and managed by a Creole fa
mily... it was especially interesting because of the matriarchal manner in which it was ran. the president of the family business was always a woman of the family. the house was colourfully painted in the creole manner. apparently, the colours were a way to show that french was spoken in the house and not english. houses painted white spoke english... what i thought was peculiar was that oak alley was owned by a frenchman, but painted white... i wonder if it was painted in the creole manner before it was bought by an anglo family... in between the two plantations was st joseph plantation... which is pictured below... i dont know much about it, except that with the lack of trees in front of it, it probably discourages people from paying 15 dollar entrance fees since th
ey can see the house very well from the outside... i really liked the creole style to laura plantation... i preferred the prosperous austerity of it both inside and outside to the wanton extravagance of antebellum victorian style.
