And finally I arrive at one of the places marked on my route (most of my stops are improvised on the fly, except for a few that determine the path). My friend Ana accompanies me on this part of the trip, which makes eating in restaurants -among other things- more enjoyable.
New Orleans is somewhat disappointing to me. Although it is a very pretty city, especially the Garden District, which is quite hip, the most famous part of the city (French Quarter) reminds me of Las Vegas in low hours: full of characterless places selling souvenirs and people drinking by the street at all hours -and no, we did not go to Mardi Gras ...
We tried unsuccessfully to find an authentic place to listen to jazz and could not find it (I'm sure they still exist but they must certainly be in other places in the city and not in what we thought would be the most obvious location).
After visiting the busiest parts of the city, we decided to go find some old plantations to visit, but here, too, we were disappointed: there is a road that runs parallel to the Mississippi and on which they mark some plantations that can be visited, but from the highway and located between gas stations, scrapyards and other quite neglected places, we lose the desire to visit. We continued to a restaurant near Baton Rouge and finally made up for our desire to try something authentic.
