Pirates Among Us

I just love a good mystery, and when you weave it with lost treasure, or lost tourists, I get almost spastic- in a good way.

Here in Louisiana we have several great mysteries, like, why do tourists stand in line for h-o-u-r-s at Cafe Du Monde to drink bitter chicory coffee and eat deep fried beignets when they could just walk a few blocks to Cafe Beignet and sit down immediately? 

It’s a Mystery.  

Why do our elected city officials continue to believe they will not get caught by delivering lucrative city contracts to their brother-n-law’s asphalt company, which is actually a shill storefront in the wife’s name, and used to wash money so that they can own a weekend home in Jamaica? 

It’s a Mystery.

How does a very visible pot-hole become a spot that no one can seem to navigate around, daily filling-up with homeless men on a diabetic bender? 

It’s a Mystery (not).

Why are all traffic laws wildly abandoned in favor of a physical manifestation of the shortest distance between two points is a straight line? (Actually, I like this one).

But, it’s a Mystery.

And, finally, where the hell is Jean Lafitte’s buried treasure? On the island of Barataria? In the Superdome? Or down on Bourbon St. in the Quarter

I’m going with the Bourbon St. theory. In fact, I go there as often as possible…

No Mystery about that.

Lafitte’s Blacksmith Bar
941 Bourbon St.
New Orleans

The interior has not been touched. It still smells
like wood smoke and shows sign of fire.

These bricks show the wear of many feet
(attached to humans
enjoying the best Hurricane in town).
You tend to STAY awhile.

Lafitte’s is the oldest continually operating saloon in the USA.
It was originally Jean Lafitte’s brother, Jean’s, blacksmith shop.
It was a cover for the famous pirates stolen booty.
You can still see booty here today- but it’s not Gold.  



  • Art and Sand - Thanks for bringing back a memory of the fantastic 36 hours we were able to fit into a weekend when we went to our nephew’s wedding in Biloxi. New Orleans was a lot more fun the Mississippi.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Jean Lafitte buried his treasure in the last place anyone would ever think of.

    Then he forgot where that was.

    Your city politicos at least don’t spend their time smoking crack, hanging around with criminals, and making an ass of themselves every time they open their mouths… unlike, oh, the moron who thinks he’s the mayor of our largest city, mind you…ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Yes, Mr. Ford is a train wreck I just can’t keep my eyes off of. I’m surprised he’s so loved as he doesn’t represent the most lovely of cities- Toronto. I Love Toronto. One of my favorite in the World.ReplyCancel

  • House Crazy Sarah - I am bamboozled as to the answers to your first few questions…. but holy crap is that Lafitte’s something awesome to behold!!!!! Those stairs!?!? Wicked!ReplyCancel

  • Grown and Flown - I love your slice of life NOLA perspective. We went to Lafitte’s recently and found it to be quite remarkable. Glad you included it!ReplyCancel

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