No matter if you have only been away from home a few times or you have been around the world, you probably have one place you liked the most. A favorite place. A place that brings a smile to your face when you think about the good times you had there.
My most favorite vacation was to New Orleans, La. This was also my most memorable. The hotel we had booked was rather a disappointment. The TV did not work and no matter how many times I complained, they said they had fixed it. So, I found another place to stay. I wish I could remember the name of the place we moved to. It was not far from Jackson Square and was more like a motel than a hotel. The rooms were furnished with antiques and oil paintings. The bed was one of those Victorian brass beds that reminded me of a pipe organ or a steam boat. Being close to Jackson Square gave me the opportunity to explore the French Quarter and the Garden District. To get to the Garden district, I rode on one of the trollies, St. Charles Streetcar Line.
And a trip to New Orleans wouldn't be complete without going to Bourbon Street
The street dates back to 1718, when New Orleans was founded by Jean-Baptiste Le Moyne de Bienville.
Today it is the scene of Party town!
Bourbon Street embodies the life of a party town. The street is lit by neon lights, throbbing with music and decorated by beads and balconies.