Mafia, Murder, Sex and All That Jazz Walking Tour
You must be at least 21 years old to take this tour. Adult Content!
Mafia, Murder, Sex and All That Jazz
For the past 300 years New Orleans has hung precariously to the lower lip of a country that doesn’t know quite what to make of her. At best, New Orleans is called “different”. As often as not, the difference is characterized in travel memoirs as “decadence”. Decadent: corrupt, degenerate, depraved, dissipated, dissolute, immoral, sinful, unprincipled. A Cajun friend of mine might affirm, “Truedat. Yeayouright.”
Rogues, and Roués, the Mobsters and Madams
On this two hour walking tour of the French Quarter you will meet the rogues and roués, the mobsters and madams: Silver Dollar Sam, Diamond Jim, Emma Johnson and her House of All Nations, Norma Wallace and, of course, Bourbon Street. In our mind’s eye we’ll tour down the line of Storyville, the legendary and notorious tenderloin district that beckoned all comers between 1898 and 1917. We’ll meet the King Fish, Gov. Huey Long, who fathered modern Louisiana through patronage and payoffs. He might have become President — if he hadn’t been assassinated.
You must be at least 21 years old to take this tour. Adult content!
This tour is 2 hours long and ends, where else, but in Storyville, America’s first and last permitted sex district. We meet at French Truck Coffee, 221 Chartres Street.
Meet Your Guide
John Goodman, the actor and New Orleans resident, is quoted as saying, “Someone has suggested that there is an incomplete part of our chromosomes that gets repaired or found when we hit New Orleans. Some of us just belong here.” I am one such person. After retiring from a varied career as a newspaper reporter, school teacher, shipwright, housewright, etc., My wife and I traveled throughout Europe and the US for three years. We fell in love with many cities: Budapest, Vienna, Paris, Savannah, Charleston…. But the more we learned about each city the more we came to realize it was the Budapest of the 1930’s, or Vienna of 1914, or Paris of the 1890’s that we had fallen in love with.
Only New Orleans, the New Orleans of then and now maintained it’s magnetic hold on us. When we left New Orleans the first time, New Orleans never left us. We came back to stay. I live and breath my adopted city. Every day I try to visit a new place and mine one more gold nugget.