Rainy Days and Wednesdays
And not so many images. In fact a series of iPhone snaps is
all I got for you.
Wednesday was our last day in New Orleans and in the
morning, at least, it pissed down rain, wiping out our plans for carriage and
walking tours. So, off we went to the Hop-on, Hop-off tour and mostly stayed
seated on the bus.
The guide, whose name we did not get, was a retired New York
publishing exec who had worked with Anne Rice before falling in love with her
adopted town. He was a great guide and story-teller, adding significantly to
our knowledge of the city beyond the Vieux Carre. In fact, if I had it to do
over again, I might try to spend more time outside the French Quarter.
After the tour, we stopped for beignets and coffee and then
wandered the galleries and antiques stores on Royal Street.
Dinner, our best yet, was at R’evolution. It was
extraordinary. In fact Sharon bought the cookbook.
This visit gave us an interesting perspective on this most
un-American of American cities. And by un-American I do not mean commie or
anything like that. I mean that its character is so different than any other
city between Mexico and Quebec. In many ways the city is disfunctional, or
perhaps it just plays by its own, ever-changing rules. Sometimes that makes it
charming, sometimes maddening, sometimes annoying. All in turn. This is my
second visit, Sharon’s third. Would we go back? I think so, if only for the
food.
Thursday we push along the Gulf to Mobile. Two days there
and on to Birmingham and Montgomery. Stay tuned.
This is really Sharon's image. I stole it |
Mardi Gras beads drip from trees |
The Pepper Palace lived up to its name. |
Beignets, because you should |
Bourbon Street. The image is more pleasant than the honky-tonk reality |
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