New Orleans is something I’ve been looking for. Something that inspires me. Something that leaves me holding my hands out, asking for more, knowing full well that what I’ve had is more than enough. Kyra had been before, but was working, so her ability to appreciate what it has to offer was limited at best. I, on the other hand, had never seen her streets, heard her loud noises or stumbled out of her establishments as so many do, and so I was eager as ever to explore. Bourbon Street is something you’re supposed to do, and so we did. We drank absinthe at the Old Absinthe House, a place where, according to legend, Andrew Jackson and Pirate Jean Lafitte once met upstairs where they planned the victory of the battle of New Orleans, which would end the War of 1812. It is also an establishment that has been frequented by the likes of Oscar Wilde, Mark Twain, General Robert E. Lee, Franklin Roosevelt and Frank Sinatra, among others. Our next stop was Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop which sits on the corner of Bourbon Street and St. Philip. According to the internet, it is “the oldest structure in the U.S. housing a bar.” And while it may have once housed a fine eating and drinking establishment, it is now full of drunken forty-somethings, jamming their credit cards into the digital jukebox in order to play hits from their long lost youth.