Frenchman Street

Close to our hotel was Frenchmen Street. It is just past the French Quarter, about three or four blocks long, and far away from the crass pleasures of Bourbon Street. Nevertheless, it retains a lot of color.

We had dinner at Adolfo's and then listened to some live music at the bar underneath, Apple Barrel. Much of what I saw of New Orleans was worn out, beaten down, and poor. Frenchmen Street was no exception, but the food was ambrosia. I had a fish that simply melted in my mouth. It was more than I could eat but I held on to the dish for a while just in case my stomach might have given me mistaken signals...