I heard about the ghost tours and had to go – so I convinced a number of people to join me. I was a little concerned that this was going to be another one of my hair brained schemes… but it turned out great.
The two hour started at Reverend Zombie’s House of Voodoo and took in a good chunk of New Orleans’ French Quarter. It was actually really pleasant just to wander around, taking in the quaint houses with their stunning balconies. The ghost tour bit was a bonus really. We stopped regularly to hear tales of murder, revenge and mysterious happenings, and to sample the drinks in genuine smugglers bars that maybe over ONE HUNDRED YEARS old. Thinking about it, I can’t remember the details of a single story. This might be due to the tedious conversations of the couple behind me, however I DO remember hearing that New Orleans has a drive through Daquiri stall. Definitely somewhere to visit next time.