Bourbon Street

We headed to Bourbon Street for breakfast this morning.

I have heard hundreds of stories about Bourbon Street, and how they have to hose down the streets every morning...but I was not prepared for what I experienced today.





Our first stop was at Cafe Beignet, a delightful little cafe near the beginning of Bourbon Street. It came highly recommended. Gerry couldn't eat anything there, being allergic to corn cuts into his options big time. I ordered the beignet...quite tasty...much like a donut, but lighter.

Then I made the mistake of using the washroom. I wish I could share odours on here...I cannot. Suffice it to say, I have never been so overwhelmed by the smell of urine and vomit in my life.
Gerry had used the washroom just before me, when I came out, he was hoping I was as ready to get out of there as he was.

As we left we were whispering back and forth to each other...did you SMELL that? We had already noticed that the street sweepers had been through the area...everything was wet. People were washing their store fronts, hosing down the sidewalks all over the place.


We kept on down the street, and went into a few gift shops.

Imagine my horror as my ankles started to get bitten by fleas!
I quickly realized that the shops with rugs were not for me.

My ankles are still itchy tonight. The first thing I did when we got back to Myrtle was plaster my ankles with afterbite. I must have 10 or 15 flea bites.


As we continued down the street, the smell of urine and vomit and sewer got to be too much for us, and we headed back to Myrtle. Perhaps we just arrived too early and they hadn't had time to clean up last nights mess.

After all...quite a few people were doing this.








I hope I haven't discouraged anyone from heading down to Bourbon Street. It truly does have its' charm and I am glad I made my way down there. I think Bourbon Street is more about partying, music and festivals....none of which were going on at 9:30 a.m.

We left Bourbon Street by 11:00 a.m., and started our Turtle on Down to Westlake Louisiana, where we are safely parked for the night in the The Isle of Capri Casino parking lot. We have a view of Lake Charles.

There were tornado warnings for the first couple of hours we were here....good reason to go inside the Casino for a while. Crossing the parking lot we would have sworn we must be in Texas. Probably 9 out of 10 license plates were from Texas. It turns out there are no Casinos in Texas.