Location & Hotel
We are at the corner of Iberville and Dauphine in the center of the action in the French Quarter, just one block from both Bourbon and Canal!
With its rich history, vibrant music scene, amazing food and laissez bon temps rouler[1] attitude, New Orleans is one of the country’s most interesting cities. Its fast-growing tech community and great DIY ethic also make it the perfect place for the newest entry on the hacker conference circuit.
NolaCon takes place right in the heart of the city – the historic French Quarter, at the corner of Iberville and Dauphine. Come join us for three days of interesting and inventive talks, some of the best food on the planet, great music and a can-do attitude about combining go-cups[2] with just about anything.
The Hyatt Centric Hotel 1 block off Bourbon is our host hotel and is offering NolaCon attendees a fantastic room rate of only $199 per night. The hotel is directly Bourbon Street in the heart of the Quarter, steps from the iconic St. Charles Streetcar to the glamorous and gothic Garden District.
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Planes, Trains & Automobiles
Louis Armstrong airport (MSY) is a short flight from most of the country, with direct flights are available from most major airports. New Orleans is drivable for most folks in the Midwest and Southeast, and it’s the last stop on the Amtrak Crescent train running from New York City to New Orleans[3]. You can get here from anywhere.
Cab fares from the airport to the French Quarter are a fixed rate of $33-$36, depending on any seasonal surcharges. Parking in the French Quarter is expensive, but deals can be found. Hotels are the most expensive option, most ranging from $35-$50 per day. There’s a rumor that Harrah’s gives free parking for 24 hours with 30 minutes of gambling play. Tweet if you confirm it.
[1] Let the good times roll. We’re a fun-lovin’ folk down here, dammit.
[2] A plastic cup filled with the alcoholic beverage of your choice that you can take out of the bar and on to the street. True dat.
[3] We didn’t make that up. Really. 31 hours on the train. Crikey.