Part of my 30th-birthday road trip was a one-day stop in New Orleans’ French Quarter. Neither my wife nor I had ever been there, and it’s something we’ve wanted to see. We both love history, and I love learning about haunted locations, so it was a natural choice.
I heard parking inside the Quarter was an absolute nightmare, so we parked on Canal Street and walked in. Our main goals for the day were to learn a little history, do a little shopping—especially antiques and oddities—and take a ghost tour we read about online. We were unsure of where to start exploring, though, so we decided on Bourbon Street, the area most commonly associated with the neighborhood.
As soon as we turned the corner from Canal to Bourbon, it was like we entered a whole different world. Continue reading
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