This was a wonderful adventure my husband and I had in New Orleans on March 3-5, 2003 before Hurricane Katrina hit. We really enjoyed it and even met Anne Rice at Emeril's Delmonico Restaurant.
Bourbon Street is party central in the French Quarter of New Orleans, it is synonymous with sin, and yet the name has nothing to do with bourbon, despite the string of bars that line this legendary street. Bourbon Street is named after the French royal family of Bourbon. During the day I took my daughter for a walk to Bourbon Street, there were quite a few people walking around with beer at 10:00 in the morning. This is not really my preferred time to start drinking but whatever. There were aheck of a lot of bars for such a small street and tons of gaudy little souvenir shops, which were interesting and quite fun to shop in and buy cheap souvenirs. Now the most noticeable thing about Bourbon Street is the smell, it is like enormously stinky, horrible stinky, like walking in a sewer stinky. Now I know New Orleans is below sea level, but this was ridiculous. So we returned to the hotel laden with our cheap treasures, went sight seeing and then to see what the nightlife was like, and you guessed it returned to Bourbon Street. Now, not only is it stinky, it is over crowded with drunks. There were drunk people everywhere, drinking, spilling drinks, and being loud. I have been to sin city (Las Vegas) many times and I've never seen anything like this. There were peep shows, topless and go-go dancers all in this small area. It was truly unbelievable. I love New Orleans, I love to party like the next guy or gal, but Bourbon Street should be avoided at all costs. There is plenty to do in New Orleans without including this shady, stinky little street in your plans.
We got back to our hotel on my husband told me that Pat O'Brien's is the birthplace of the internationally renowned "Hurricane Cocktail", and Fritzel's is the only traditional European jazz club in New Orleans, so back we went the next night and you know after a few drinks. You don't even notice the smell. (Yeah!)
Walking around The French Quarter is pretty spooky; there are ghosts around every corner. Here are just a few:
The Bombay Club is what I like to call a Yuppie Bar; they were serving great martinis before the current on slot of trendy martini bars. In fact the Bombay's martinis were the best in town, the food wasn't all that good, but the staff was extra chatty. But in New Orleans you don't always go to restaurants for the food, you go for (you guessed it) the "alleged haunting". Now I love a good haunting like the next guy, but making a posh piano and martini bar out of an ex-coffin factory is tres bien in my books. In addition to being a coffin factory this building was used as a public bathhouse for over fifty years. In the kitchen, a bartender claimed that the dishwasher has a mind of its own. It would turn itself on at odd times when it wasn't suppose to and it would not turn on when it was suppose too. He claimed the activity increased or decreased depending on who was around. Now, it seems to me with this one we could go two ways: 1. Actual haunting. 2. Electrical problems and too many martinis. I vote for number two. Also a ghost is seen wandering in and out of the bar as well as the kitchen, which could explain the dishwasher incidents.
There was no paranormal activity at The Bombay Club while we were there that we could tell, but pictures of booth number three in the bar seem to have a misty quality about them and one has (what I believe to be) an actual orb in it. Also this club is one of the many stops on the Haunted History Tour.
Another great haunted destination was Reverend Zombie's Voodoo Shop. Reverend Zombie's sells oils, candles, "how to" books on Voodoo, Voodoo dolls, sacred arts and jewelry. Of course this dark, dank little shop has a haunting of its own. The American Homestead Company constructed the building where the incident (that caused the haunting) took place.
On September 19, 1788 Master Carpenter, Joseph Fernandez, agreed to build a house for his brother Andres Fernandez. The house was to be built of brick with wood flooring and a shingle roof. The house was to cost 4400 pesos. The house was never built-Joseph ran off with the dough. Andre later hired a man by the name of Francisco Gagnie, a Frenchman, to build a house for him on the same property. The original contract for the house, which was originally written in French and later translated to Spanish, called for the house to be build of the finest materials available, glass doors and windows, double paneled exterior walls and a well in the patio.
On October 15, 1795 Andre filed suit against Francisco for failure to comply with provisions agreed upon for the construction of the said house. After a great deal of litigation, on January 16, 1799. Francisco was ordered to pay Andre the sum of 210 pesos and 3 reales, quite a bit of money at the time. Shortly after the judgment was made Francisco met Andre at the property to explain that he was unable to pay such a large sum of money. Francisco Gagnie was never seen again, but it was noted in the investigative report that the well at the rear of the property had recently been filled in with bricks and sand.
In the 1960's, the owner at the time, had installed a very elaborate alarm system due to his belief that someone cursing in French was constantly kicking has door in the middle of the night. Also tenants of the rear slave quarter apartments have complained of missing construction tools.
Today this building is the home of Reverend Zombie's Voodoo Shop and courtyard apartments. A current resident of one of the apartments, has stated that she has left her hammer out one evening on the ledge of the old well. Although she was the only one on the property, the hammer disappeared from the ledge. In January 1999, on a very foggy night, she felt a cold clammy hand grab her ankle as she sat on the edge of the well.