The day started earlier than it probably should have done due to not having adjusted to the time difference yet. That was followed by a walk to the Garden District to see the grand houses and the Lafayette cemetery.
This was going to be a busy day, we had a trip on a Paddle wheeler booked for the afternoon and dinner in the evening at GW Fins for Deb’s birthday.
The day started, yet again… with a street car ride. We took the usual green beauty (The streetcar named desire) to canal street, where we then changed for the red and yellow variety, this time heading for the city park.
We had been informed by Kim, our hostess at the Parisian Courtyard, that in the City Park there was a cafe called Morning Call, where the Beignets and coffee were more than a match for the offerings at Cafe du Monde, the over touristy place on the seafront in the French Quarter. Yet again, Kim proved to be absolutely correct. I didn’t doubt her for a second. After a walk through the park, we caught the street car back to the dock and boarded the Creole Queen, a paddle wheeler (not steamer) for a trip up the Mississippi.
The tour guide was a guy named Charles Chessnut, a very knowledgeable, humorous man who made the tour infinitely better than it would have been and left us all feeling educated. His talk on the way back explaining the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina was very moving.
And then to the evening. We caught an Uber, the first time I have ever used the app although it has been on my phone for over a year. The driver appeared on time and the price was great.
We got to GW Fins 15 minutes later than our reservation, not the driver’s fault I must add, to be told that we were 45 minutes late. Both of us had put the wrong time in our calendars.
The food was amazing, the drink was good, Deb blew out her candle on the smallest birthday cake ever and a great time was had.
The morning started well, on time and ready to go.
Then Enterprise car rental happened. I walked from the hotel to the rental place as it was less than a mile away, to be told there was no car ready. We had a reservation…
The rain was due to start and bang on cue it did.
The National WWII Museum is in New Orleans and what a place it is. The theatre show is something else. Allow yourself a lot of time to get all the way round if you plan to visit the museum, we didn’t and it’s a shame as we probably won’t get to visit again. I’ll have to have a look sometime and see if there is a google view or tour, I know they have some of London’s historic places available for virtual tour.
Sunday night we headed back to the French Quarter and this time ended up in The Maison, another jazzy place which had another amazing band on.
The day started with a cab to Leagrave and the train to St.Pancras, as so many days do.
This won’t be a cycling thing but for the next couple of weeks I am on leave from work as is Deb, and we are going on an adventure.
She is taking me on what could be the musical trip of a lifetime in the USA. I will be keeping a blog of it on here for posterity, I still can’t believe it is finally happening.
Of course, it being cold and slightly snowy is no reason to leave the bike at home, although I am looking forward to it being warm enough to giving Bertie a good clean over.
As you can see, he’s been playing in the slush a bit..