Often you only get the chance to break out the old Schwinn Cruiser on Sunday afternoons. Typically tooling around the Quarter, enjoying the sudden outbreaks of dance and merriment would be enough, but one Sunday you need to ferry over to the other side of the river, the one most forget exists.
Began your ride cruising down any neighborhood Bywater street. Stop and grab a friendly double espresso and a shot of wheat grass at what I still call Coffea, on the corner of Dauphine and Piety. Now they call it some hip, free love kind of name that I refuse to remember. Stop and sip your espresso at Markeys park, right around the corner, or head down Royal Street to Frenchmen. Where you most likely spent a little too much time Saturday night, enjoying the endless parade of ultra talented Blues and Jazz musicians. The smell of alcohol still floats through the air, but not nearly as potent as in the Quarter.
Ride down to Canal St and make a left and jump on the free ferry to Algiers. The ferry ride alone will make your day. A relaxing float on the Mighty Mississippi, an amazing view of New Orleans, and the friendliest passengers in the South. It seems that one can't be upset by the soothing glide to Algiers.
Exit the ferry and you'll find the streets virtually empty. This allows for a slower pace where you can absorb the architecture and the quaint surroundings. Music rings from a local bar, The Point. Perfect name for the only bar with music on Sunday afternoon in Algiers. It feels like everyone knows you when you walk in and after your first visit they will remember what your favorite drink is next Sunday, and if you like sipping margaritas on a sudo-lazy Sunday afternoon, there will be a next.