…we make our way down to the riverfront….again this is a walking tour and the weather is overcast - we get some rain near the St. Louis Cathedral so we go inside to stay dry which I'm pretty certain was one of the intentions when they built it in the 1700s…..the FQ is 250 years old or older in some places…cobble stone streets, architecture from French, Spanish and British occupation and not too many tourists at this time of year…we browse in the French Market for a while then we decide to just wander…no matter where you are basically, there is something to see and marvel at….the smell from the restaurants works on your appetite….we wind up in a couple of artist co-ops…in one, the artist in attendance is born Romanian, lived in Canada for over 10 years then fell in love with NO….she steers us towards freshly delivered grilled oysters….a couple of beer and oysters later, we are ready for the afternoon…we head on up to the north end of the FQ and wander through one of the cemeteries near Treme….everyone is buried above ground which makes for some interesting viewing…..then we head for Louis Armstrong Park and take in the peaceful park that has become an homage to the great jazz musician….for me, there is nowhere that the spirit of NO is stronger…the park is a place to gather, relax under the shade of a giant cypress and celebrate the soul of a great city with the great music that has its' roots there…imagining the place 100 or 200 years ago is so easy because very little has changed…..we make our way back the the hotel and suit up for another Cajun feast - the duck is particularly succulent….tomorrow we head for the big beach at Panama City…both of us are a little sad to leave this wonderful place….
Canal Street separates the English District from the French District.....I guess their view of each other is blocked by the palm trees??..the Casino is right in the middle - custody battle anyone?
Andrew Jackson Square from the river walk...
Morning on the Mississippi.....
Linda on her way to church....
Carter just before Andy's horse sent him a message....
Joan of Arc in the French Market.....
What's a visit to New Orleans without a picture of a paddle wheeler?
This is the Corn Stalk Hotel....the rod iron posts have corn cobs on them....oh those crazy Louisiana folks!!
The Andrew Jackson Hotel - - over 200 years old....
a private courtyard in the French Quarter - some of the residents are chatting, etc....
Linda finds this crazy little door - with a pretty crazy door knocker!!
Jean Lafite's blacksmith shop (now a bar) - - probably served a couple of beers back in the day as well!!
Down in the Treme there's me and my baby, we're all going crazy......!
Hey Carter, I think I found a place for you to sleep tonight!!
in the shade of the Cypress - music, food and fun....
The maestro himself......
One of the Chiefs.....these guys are amazing.....Hip Hop eat your heart out!
Linda leading the band!!
Carter playing triangles - hey, I'm done, I want to go eat!!
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