NOLA!

Recently we meet up with most of Meg’s family in the Big Easy for a few days before Thanksgiving. I have been to New Orleans several times before but those times were for concerts or football games and none of those trips were with kids. So this was going to be a different type of experience.

We stayed at a beautiful, old and supposedly haunted hotel, Le Pavillon. The kids had a great time roaming the halls and going on ghost hunts as well as swimming in the roof top pool. They also had a nightly tradition at the hotel of serving peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the lobby with milk or hot chocolate. The kids looked forward to that each night.

While there, we ate well, walked all over and hit all of the sites of the city; the French Quarter, the Garden District, the Waterfront….etc. We also were able to go out into the bayou for a swamp tour. Overall it was a great trip and everyone had a wonderful time. Here are some of the many pictures that were taken on the trip!


Hotel Le Pavillon


The lobby at Le Pavillon


Rooftop pool at the hotel

Bourbon St


Jackson Square

Kids walking in the French Quarter

Band busking in the Quarter

Galleries on Royal St., we actually bought a couple of paintings at the Caliche & Pao Gallery


Marie Laveau’s Voodoo (the boys love to do Voodoo now, for good of course!)

Here is Mac, Henry and their cousin Gweny at the Voodoo Museum


Kids on cannon

Here is a lighted statue in front of a church in the Quarter

Cafe Du Monde

We went to the PoBoy Festival one day on Oak St. and her are the kids trying on hats

Here is a Mac, Henry and Papa on the swamp tour

One of the many gators we saw on the tour

Here is a graveyard right on the bayou (this might have been staged)

This is a replica of the way people used to live in the swamps.

Another Alligator in the swamp

There are a lot of other animals that live in the swamp, like this raccoon.

Here is Mac holding a small gator. All the kids got to hold this little guy but my camera died after the picture of Mac.

On the last day we went to one of the many grave yards and found Marie Laveau’s tomb.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!