I'm writing this still 'vibing' off the experience that we have just had this evening. Now, you may thing we did something extraordinary, and for us it was, but maybe for you not so much. Simply put we got into a car, with a complete stranger, to check out his home for ghosts. But let's rewind a little so that you can understand how all of this happened - and yes we are safe and sound. Today we left Madam Isobelle's for our next overnight stay which was the Andrew Jackson Hotel. We were greeted by the delightful and helpful Chris at Reception who asked us all about why we were visiting New Orleans. Of course we told him about our businesses and our tour group arriving and that we were keen to see if any of the spirits of the hotel were going to come forward during our stay. He then proceeded to tell us about the fact that he lives in a haunted and vert historic house - once the residence of a plantation owner. The 'master' had this home in the city to do bu
Considering we travelled all day yesterday we woke up pretty well after a good night's sleep. I woke at 6am and Anne just a little later after me. We were not waiting around for the breakfast that was included in the B and B accommodation as we were not expecting a huge choice so we got dressed and headed out to find a local place closeby. Only a few blocks away was WAKIN' BAKIN! This turned out to be a great little spot for breakfast and we chose the pancakes and bacon and eggs (all combined into one meal) and I got a cappuccino and Anne got filtered coffee. We had heard that American's don't do coffee well and yes..the cappuccino was awful. We shared the pancakes, eggs and bacon and that was an assault on the taste buds! Sweet and savoury all at once - delicious but overwhelming. After that it was a search for a SIM CARD - and I can tell you that there are none to be found in the French Quarter of town. The closest was another 30 minute walk from where we were and