After Mississippi, we drove to New Orleans. Our first impression was that downtown looked like Vancouver. Then we saw the French quarter and thought it looked like Montreal, but not quite as nice. We haven’t even been down by the water (the Mississippi River) yet, so we’ll reserve judgment until then.
We did a detour on the way to our hotel. The GPS brought us to the other branch of our hotel – the one by the airport. We got way out there and then realized that we were nowhere near the French Quarter! Then we heard the really loud planes over our heads and hoped that we hadn’t booked there by mistake. Luckily, it was only a matter of setting the GPS to bring us to our real hotel.
Our hotel is very comfortable and is walking distance from the French Quarter. Names here are French, but nobody speaks it anymore, it seems. We all went for lunch at Mother’s, a famous spot. We had Jambalaya and a Po’ Boy. Finally figured out what a Po’ Boy is. It is made of what they call debris – the pieces of meat that fall into the gravy. Restaurant owners used to sell pieces of French bread topped with gravy and debris to poor boys at the back door. Poor Boy = Po’ Boy. Jambalaya is with rice and sausages and chicken. Tomorrow we’ll try the gumbo. And bread pudding seems to be big here, too.
Morgane and I spent the afternoon at the Children’s Museum. She LOVED it, but I think I’ve had my fill of these places for now.They did have a great section of Mr. Rogers and you could play the songs and go in his house and put on his sweater. It brought back some nice memories. Maybe I’ll look up some clips on youtube to show Morgane.
(Note: I have added some things to the previous two posts!)