"Pity poor Monsieur Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan. In 1814, he built a stately townhome on Jackson Square where he resided in opulence with his family. He was lord of his manor if not Fortuna: He lost his beloved home in a game of cards, compelling him to hang himself in the slave quarters, a space that now serves as the upstairs bar, known as the Séance Room, at Muriel’s restaurant."

Good evening! We hope you have been enjoying our month long spook-a-thon. Have you had a chance to come to the Quarter to check out the fun and frightening decorations? If you make it this way, stop by and have a bite to drink. We recommend this velvety and sensuous Vampire Kiss. While here, take your cocktail up to the balcony. If it’s been a couple hundred years since you’ve been here, you’ll be pleased that the stunning view has hardly changed at all.

Good evening! We hope you have been enjoying our month long spook-a-thon. Have you had a chance to come to the Quarter to check out the fun and frightening decorations? If you make it this way, stop by and have a bite to drink. We recommend this velvety and sensuous Vampire Kiss. While here, take your cocktail up to the balcony. If it’s been a couple hundred years since you’ve been here, you’ll be pleased that the stunning view has hardly changed at all.

Serpents and spiders, tail of a cat…Call in the spirits, wherever they’re at!Rap on a table, it’s time to respond…Send us a message from somewhere beyond!Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween…Awaken the spirits with your tambourine!Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond…Let there be music, from regions beyond!Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell…Give us a hint, by ringing a bell!—Madam Leota’s Incantation 

Serpents and spiders, tail of a cat…Call in the spirits, wherever they’re at!
Rap on a table, it’s time to respond…Send us a message from somewhere beyond!
Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween…Awaken the spirits with your tambourine!
Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond…Let there be music, from regions beyond!
Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell…Give us a hint, by ringing a bell!
—Madam Leota’s Incantation 

"The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of those places you go back to and that don’t have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there’s a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There’s something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in their hands.” —Bob Dylan 

"The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of those places you go back to and that don’t have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there’s a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There’s something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in their hands.” —Bob Dylan