New Orleans, Louisiana: Hey, who got their Europe in our America?

Lacking only washing machine-sized cars and a staunch refusal to shower, New Orleans could almost pass for Rome or Paris.
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Having been to New Orleans a few times, I'd never fully explored this cultural anomaly; this veritable European city within America's borders. Lacking only a bunch of washing machine-sized cars and a staunch refusal to shower, New Orleans could almost pass for Rome or Paris. Its European influences give the city a class and character that's universally ignored by drunk American tourists.

New Orleans, Louisiana

There's more to New Orleans than streets stained with puke.

We met the kitchen crew at K-Paul's restaurant.

In all honestly, I'd never really crawled much beyond the urine- and vomit-filled gutters lining both sides of Bourbon Street. This past Labor Day, however, we flew down to celebrate our 12th wedding anniversary, an event that I felt warranted somewhat more standing upright and far less public nudity.

This was, in essence, the first time I had seen the city entirely sober — though, that didn't last long — and I was impressed. Not only is the city far older than I expected, it is far larger, too. As it turns out, the -soaked French Quarter is only one small part of this oasis in the redneck South.

Le Pavillon, duh.

We stayed in the Central Business District (aka, CBD).

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Our hotel's drive-up entrance.

New Orleans' CBD (or Central Business District) is due West of the French Quarter, demarcated by Street and its antique cable car line. It is, not surprisingly, where the business district of the city is…um, centered—the city fathers weren't super creative when it came to naming stuff.

Our hotel, Le Pavillon (pronounced “La Pav EE on”), was located in this mostly commercial area, surrounded by many less-pompous sounding . To its credit, Le Pavillon is a truly grand and opulent structure in New Orleans adorned with all manner of sculptures, carvings, marble, and brass. In , the place was pimped out.

Was Letterman staying there? Maybe.

The hotel's soaring, fluted columns and dazzling tentacled chandeliers assault your eyes upon entering—subtlety and restraint are not amenities offered at Le Pavillon.

Every flat surface inside this New Orleans hotel was mirrored, and every object edge was gilded with gold leaf (or gold paint anyway). The place was opulent to a fault, and the question was, “Whose fault was it?”

This place is nuts.

To call the resulting effect “gaudy” was to miss the point of its design aesthetic: This hotel proudly carries aloft the banner of old-school Gilded Age excess.

The lack of restraint demonstrated here is what eventually inspired the banal, minimalist look popular in Ian Schrager hotels.

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Fancy French Architecture

Le Pavillon is positively pre-modern. And the hotel deserves credit for not going about it half-assed. If you're going there, bring sunglasses to wear…indoors.

The worst thing I'd say about this hotel is that it's old. Built in 1907, Le Pavillon predictably has a bit of mustiness to it (a common problem in the humidity of , whose State Bird is the Swamp Thing).

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Beads in the trees.

But our room was, otherwise, entirely acceptable with all the amenities you'd expect (only dipped in gold). In addition to its obsessive use of gold, the hotel boasts a rooftop pool and Jacuzzi both filled, for some reason, only with water.

Also, unsurprisingly, the weather in New Orleans in late August was hot. Really hot. We're talking Florida hot. Only without the breeze. So if you're thinking of going in August, don't. Just don't.

The Garden District in New Orleans is a bunch of fancy houses.

New Orleans has an area called the Garden District. Guess why?

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Another garden home.

There's also an area in New Orleans called the Garden District. Basically, it's a fancy, ironic name for an area with houses too huge to allow much of a yard, and so make do with a small garden.

Still, the houses themselves are impressive estates with wrap-around porches and elaborate exterior detailing: we're talking Ionic, Doric and/or Corinthian columns, intricate lattice-work, and miles of black wrought iron.

All butted right up next to the next house, almost as if they were row houses. We saw Anne Rice's former home, and even got to see football legend, Archie Manning, taking out the garbage. Clearly, these are not inexpensive houses.

The Ninth Ward was devastating.

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The city wrote numbers on the houses, don't ask why.

We next viewed some substantially more affordable places in New Orleans' Ninth Ward. Most of the homes there could be had for pennies on the dollar. Or, just pennies.

After Katrina and the Waves played the area, property values dropped faster than Lennox “Glass Jaw” Lewis. It was crushing to see the absolute devastation that nature did to this undeserving community.

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Boarded up houses were everywhere.

Despite being approved for government funds, few former homeowners in the Ninth Ward have received a cent (Thanks, FEMA!). So two years later, much of the housing in the Ninth Ward still sits boarded up and abandoned. It's a travesty.

In the more affluent, coastal Lake Pontchartrain areas of New Orleans, cheery “For Sale” signs boast ridiculously low prices downplaying the homes' “as is” catch: Buy this mansion, and you get to tear it down at your own expense and rebuild something else, assuming you can get insurance which you probably can't!

Some final thoughts on New Orleans.

We had a Pimm's Cup here.

As we were leaving town, we couldn't help thinking that New Orleans should fire its PR and Advertising Bureau.

Because New Orleans isn't like any other American city — certainly nothing like Disneyland or World — yet that's exactly how the tourism board advertises the city to other Americans (minus the mouse mascot, of course), and that's pretty insulting to the place.

People already know New Orleans is home to Jazz, , Bourbon Street, and topless, bead-whores. What people don't know is the history and culture of the place. And maybe if the Visitor's Bureau started promoting that angle, New Orleans would attract tourists that the city wouldn't have to clean up after. Just a suggestion.

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