Big Easy Weekend
Hi friends! Long time, no see!
Sorry disappearing this weekend…I fell down the rabbit hole that is New Orleans.
On Thursday morning, we headed down to New Orleans to celebrate the wedding of some dear Shreveport friends, Ellie and James. I was in the wedding, so we got to New Orleans extra early to make sure that we didn’t miss any of the festivities.
The festivities kicked off with a rehearsal dinner at Galatoire’s, a New Orleans institution:
The rehearsal dinner lasted until midnight—that’s late for this pregnant lady!
Then, the next night, we had…the wedding! The wedding was beautiful—right downtown, at the Church of the Immaculate Conception. I wish I’d captured more pictures of Ellie herself—she looked SO beautiful. She was wearing her grandmother’s dress—how special is that?
I have to say, the best part of the night was what came between the ceremony and the reception: a second line. Here’s a little info on what a second line is, from handy Wikipedia:
Second line is a tradition in brass band parades in New Orleans, Louisiana. The "main line" is the main section of the parade, or the members of the actual club with the parading permit; those who follow the band just to enjoy the music are called the "second line." The second line’s style of traditional dance, in which participants walk and sometimes twirl a parasol or handkerchief in the air, is called "second lining." It has been called "the quintessential New Orleans art form — a jazz funeral without a body.
After the wedding ceremony, we all gathered at the front of the church and waited for the second line to begin:
And then…it was marching time! We danced all the way through the streets of New Orleans, led by the brass band! They led us all the way through the French Quarter—and even SHUT DOWN Canal Street (the main downtown street) so that we could all cross! The entire wedding party had handkerchiefs to wave, and Ellie and James were twirling parasols at the front. When we walked down Bourbon, the street cleared for us and all of the tourists were taking pictures—we felt like celebrities!
Here are some pictures I took from the midst of the second line:
It was hard to capture the craziness of it all!
Finally, we wound up at the reception spot, which was in the heart of the French Quarter. The reception was a blast—delicious food, great band…it was perfect!
Soon enough, we were lighting sparklers and saying goodbye to the bride and groom—they left in a horse-drawn carriage!
On Saturday, we had a post-wedding brunch to attend, and then we walked around with my parents for a bit. New Orleans is the perfect town for wandering—it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been there; you can always find a new shop or gallery or street to explore.
For our last night in New Orleans, we headed to a restaurant called Stella with my parents. It was a delicious meal—here are some of the best shots of the night (it was pretty dark, so a lot of the pics didn’t turn out very good…oops!):
New Orleans always provides an unbelievable experience, and this trip was no exception. I’m back in Shreveport now—Thanksgiving break started a bit early for me. Ryan will join me on Tuesday, driving over with the dogs in tow.
Hope your week is off to a great start!