If you're on the St Louis Cemetery tour, which you need to be to get into this cemetery now you'll…read moresee this tomb. You used to be able to walk around and take in the experience but after theft and vandalism, an organization took over the cemetery and you need to pay to enter and go on the hour tour. The tomb is very unique and sits right in the middle of the cemetery.

The tour was great. Our guide was very knowledgeable and had great stories to tell. But if this is…read morethe only draw you have to go on this tour you'll be mildly disappointed. Go for the full experience not just for Nicolas Cage.

Beautiful church dedicated to the NOLA Police and Firefighters. The church was adorned with many…read morebeautiful saint statues and stained glass. The service and priest are wonderful. The warmth and charm of this iconic church was lovely. There is a nice gift shop next door and a beautiful grotto for prayer and reflection outdoors. A hidden treasure in NOLA not to be missed.

An absolutely gorgeous and historic chapel as well as a former mortuary. It is actually the oldest…read morestanding church in NOLA, and is the designated church for NOPD & NOFD. The Lourdes grotto is awe inspiring, and you simply must be present to feel its weight. The painted ceiling, the alters, it's all so moving. The parishioners will immediately welcome you with love in their hearts, and the Jazz Mass on Sundays is simply not to be missed, you will never experience a Mass like this outside of New Orleans. A must for all Catholics! Postscript, I didn't take photographs, as I deemed it inappropriate for myself (not judging those who do). P.S.S. there is a gift shop!

Understanding the history of this park is key to understanding the energy present. I highly…read morerecommend walking around, looking at the artwork in Armstrong Park, and sitting on one of the benches in Congo Square to reflect on what the incredible trees in this park have seen over the past few hundred years. It's awe inspiring, humbling, and an essential visit when trying to understand and pay homage to the black history of New Orleans.

Grateful to have the opportunity to stop by the Congo Square which is now Louis Armstrong Park…read more This was considered to be sacred ground where Houmas Indians used before the arrival of the French for celebrating their annual corn harvest. The gathering of enslaved African vendors in Congo Square originated as early as the late 1740's during Louisiana's French colonial perlod and continued during the Spanish colonial era as one of the city's public markets. By 1803. Congo Square had become famous for the gatherings of enslaved Africans who drummed, danced, sang and traded on Sunday afternoons. By 1819. these gatherings numbered nearly 600 people. Among the most famous dances were the Bamboula, the Calinda and the Congo.These African cultural expressions gradually developed into Mardi Gras Indian traditions, The Second line and eventually New Orleans jazz and rhythm and blues. To this day family still celebrate at Louis Armstrong. Park on Sunday is a day to dance, play music, pay homage, celebrate and enjoy one another.

I love the idea of Saints. No, not the New Orleans sports balls team, the Catholic religious type…read moreof Saints. The theory, the idea that you can focus on a specific thing to help cure what ails you, or to blame if it all goes poorly. To focus all of the energy on something outside of yourself, and your own autonomy, out of the control of any actual human being. He is often pictured holding an image of Jesus at his heart, and a flame above his head. He was one of the original apostles and is the patron saint of hope and lost causes. St Jude is often invoked to help children with cancer, and there is a huge organization dedicated to it. I like the idea of them helping children, that is a very worthy cause. This shrine is next to the oldest church building in New Orleans, which also held the funeral services for those who passed from Yellow Fever in the late 1800s. It is a lovely shrine to have some reflection upon yourself and life in general. In my recent visit, I was approached twice by different people asking for money, which is kind of ironic. This is next to a Catholic Church who claims to help all people, and a shrine for lost causes. Anyways. This is a lovely spot for a moment of rest and reflection mere steps from the French Quarter.

My staple church for my entire life so far and my ancestors. St. Jude Thaddeus, Guadalupe of Mary,…read moreBlessed Virgin Mary, the community, the staff are all wonderful, blessed. A peaceful beautiful divine home to be ONE with the Creator.

Spacious library with a security guard…read more Just visiting Louisiana and got off the 202 bus across the street and thought to see if I can get a library card here. I shifted my backpack and the older gentleman at the front desk told me not to get to comfortable since they are closing in 1 minute. Odd. Then he took the long way to explain what I already know and took up most of that minute not answering my question. FYI it is unclear on the website but- even if you walk into the library, as a non-resident, it is still $50 to get a library card.

Simpering, passive-aggressive women at the front desk. Take an attitude with the people who deserve…read moreone. I didn't. And lower your AC, for god's sake.

Please be advised that this review is for the Second District. Close enough to the first, they…read moreneed some props. Well, me and my dog were attacked and bitten by a dog in the hood. Once the medical needs were attended to, it was time for some paper trailing and documentation of this horrific event. The officer in charge was really great. Mr. Walvoord, who will probably insist that he was "only doing his job" came to our home to see the carnage that ensued. Asking questions, taking photos (sorry, I cannot print them here), and then going to see said animal himself, and almost getting bit, he offered sound advice and was genuinely concerned for me and my dogs well being. He stayed outside in his car for what seemed like hours writing up a report (for me, ASCPA, NOPD, and probably the insurance company who will probably be handling my claim). Instead of bothering me with last minute questions (really, no bother at all), he called on my phone, as he noticed i needed to rest. The non emergency operator was also quite pleasant as well. I really am quite happy with this leg of justice so far.

I'm intrigued by all things spooky, murder, true crime, death, etc. and had been wanting to go to…read moresome sort of murder museum for a LONG TIME. But it seems they're always in tourist-y towns, never close to where I live. But of course while planning the New Orleans trip, we had to add this to the itinerary. Right when you walk in, there is a little gift shop we perused at first. There was lots of really cool little knick knacks, and looking back on it, I regret not getting anything. The other three girls were extremely intrigued by all the posters and art lining the wall, and Rachel went back and forth on getting this one piece of art so many times. (Side note, she decided to not get it, but a couple days later on the trip, she was so distraught about her choice to not get it, that she requested we go back to the museum simply so she didn't have to leave New Orleans without it). I saw a t-shirt or baseball cap or something that said something to the effect of "I Came to the Museum of Death and puked" or passed out or something, and I saw it before we even went in! I have an extremely high tolerance for blood, and murder & death related things, so I wasn't necessarily worried at that point, but I was extremely curious what us 4 girls were about to get ourselves into. It's disappointing I have no pictures to attach because they didn't allow photography of any sort inside. I really wish I did, because this museum was packed with things right up my alley. There was a huge serial killer artifacts, including letters written by serial killers, artwork by serial killers, and memorbilia from murder scenes, like O.J. Simpson and the Manson Family. I didn't know this until later, but I guess the New Orleans Museum of Death has the biggest collection of Serial Killer artwork anywhere. There was lots of explicit and graphic photos of famous deaths and car crashes, taxidermy, and autopsy tools. It's funny because I already knew I was going to like that stuff. But I didn't know how the other girls would do. Even if they seemed intrigued, I knew at least Ashley struggled to look at real crime scene photos. But all the girls seemed to do really well; even if it was hard to look at it, they had a hard time looking away. I was unbelievably amazed that I was looking at the actual handwriting of notorious serial killers on paper, and I could barely believe my eyes that I was looking at actual artifacts and memorbilia, like the bra and panties of Aileen Wurnos. Around 3/4ths through the museum, I started feeling kinda nauseous. That had been a somewhat recurring theme during my New Orleans trip, and I truly think it was just because I was away from home in an unfamiliar territory (so I was anxious constantly, although I was having SO much fun), it was UNBELIEVABLY hot and humid being below sea level, so I was always sweaty and uncomfortable. And we were drinking alcohol every couple hours every single day, so my stomach just wasn't happy with me. And although I know for a fact I wasn't ill because of the material in the museum, but I'm sure it didn't help. I was *mostly* done with looking at what I wanted to anyway, so I asked Ashley if she'd sit down with me while we wait for the others to be done. We were hoping there would be some sort of seating toward the end, and sure enough, there was the perfect place for us to relax and wait. The end of the museum has a Theater of Death, it is literally just a room with maybe about 6-8 church pews in front of a movie theater screen TV, that just plays an endless stream of gore. We were seeing heads get chopped off, violent executions, police finding dead bodies inside attics, and just the most gory scenes. It was such a funny and ironic moment, that we went to find solace and somewhere to relax, and that was where we wound up. Even though I can handle A LOT of gore, even sitting watching that for 20-25 minutes straight was quite the sickening experience. I feel like we spent ample time at the Museum of Death, and I don't feel like we rushed ourselves or missed anything. But I do hope I get the opportunity to go back another time, so I can get more time viewing and appreciating the artifacts collected to make such an interesting museum. I'd also love to see the other location(s?) of Museum of Death.

I walked out after 5 minutes. Tourist trap that profits off glorifying serial killers and…read morecommodifying murder through shock value. I didn't leave feeling thought-provoked, enlightened or creeped out. I left feeling heavy, confused and physically sickened. Some people may like that, like that one website from millennial times where they would show you shocking pictures of death to get clicks, but not me! Misleading signage in front makes it look educational. $20 basically helped to pay off this "museum's" investment in serial killer prison art, photos of dead/murdered people, including children, displayed like a quirky tchotchke. I identify as being dark and macabre, majorly Scorpio, super fascinated by medical history, psychology, shadow side of humans and support normalizing death, but my god, these are people's family members that were murdered or died by tragic accident being consumed for fun. The tone was to shock. It seemed to normalize the consumption of shocking acts, objectification of people and disruption of empathy. It also smelled really bad. I'm not trying to be vindictive (as someone who works at a science museum, could be improperly preserved specimens) but it smelled so bad I had to put my mask on. The back of the ticket says their exhibits may fall on you and they're not responsible. They don't explain this when they take your money and hand your admission card, didn't realize until I got back to my stay.

This sculpture depicts Malcom Woldenberg, the namesake of Woldenberg, and a young child that…read morehappens to be his grandson. The statue was made by William Ludwig and dedicated in 1990. The sculptures are bronze and the bench that they are sitting on is granite. The granite bench has a bronze plaque on it, which reads "Woldenberg River Front Park, is dedicated to the memory of Malcom Woldenberg who prospered in New Orleans and left a legacy of caring and of confidence in the city on New Orleans". The plaque is pretty worn and is hard to read. Hopefully it will be replaced soon. The sculpture is located right off of the River, between the walkway the runs along the river and the park's green space. The park was named after Woldenberg, after the foundation bearing his and his wife's name, the Dorothy & Malcolm Woldenberg Foundation, donated $5 million to the park's development. The sculpture is life-like and can easily be mistaken for people sitting on the bench at night or during low light situations. There is commercial parking lots in a reasonable walking distance of the sculpture and there are lots of attractions in eh vicinity. So, you should consider making a stop here part of a larger itinerary and pair it with a visit to the Cathedral, Jackson Square, the Audubon Aquarium of the Americas and Spanish Plaza. You can start the itinerary with Woldenberg Riverfront Park, where the sculpture is located and is the centerpiece.