Thursday, May 31, 2012
On Saturday we rode the Canal Street Trolley to the other end and visited St. Patrick's Cemetery #1 and #2. By the time we got there and walked around the cemeteries, it was too late to visit the Katrina Memorial located in the Catholic Charities cemetery. But we said a quick prayer outside the gates. The last time I was in New Orleans I saw buildings with the large Xs on them, indicating they'd been searched for survivors post-Katrina. It was disturbing, to say the least. We couldn't see any of those same buildings en route from the airport because for both arrival and departure, it was too dark.
We managed to eat beignets at Cafe du Monde while we were in town (mmm!) but I didn't like their coffee the last time, so we just got a juice. We walked along the river, watched a freight train go by (lost count of the number of cars), went into Harrah's where I lost $20, then won $33, and went home only $7 poorer than when I walked in the place. I'm a slots-lover; I wish I could play on a machine just for the sake of playing, not to try and win any money. I'd even be willing to pay a flat $5 fee to sit at the machine for a few hours, "winning" or "losing" nothing... (Yea, J thinks I'm nuts, too!)
We walked and walked and walked, post-casino and post-beignets, and finally wound up eating at The Pearl for an early dinner (early being around 6pm, which is normal for us, but early compared to 7pm and 8pm the other two nights we were there!). I thought The Pearl was a more expensive restaurant and it's famous for its oysters... Anyone reading this remember that hubby is NOT a seafood fan? But he was adamant, for some unknown-to-me reason, that we eat in this place. Perhaps because after walking literally miles looking for an open restaurant that was not expensive and not on Bourbon Street, we would have eaten almost anything, almost anywhere. I was ready to go into the nearest Subway but he would have none of that! It turns out we had a decent meal at The Pearl: I had another shrimp po'boy (not as good as the one at the Commerce Restaurant, but had I had this one first, I'd have been perfectly satisfied with it!) and hubby had some chicken/sausage jambalaya. While we were sitting there, the only other two customers left, and a pair of women came in to share a couple of appetizers. Oh, and a woman and her mom came in and asked the bartender if they could buy two limes. [cricket sounds] Yes, limes. I expressed my disbelief with an almost audible "Did they ask to buy two limes?" and J said, quietly, "Yes, they did." (Glad to hear my ears were still working just fine.) I admitted then, and I admit now, that I would never have thought to walk into a restaurant, a sit-down restaurant, even if it did have a bar area, and ask to buy limes. And I guess it was an odd thing even for that bartender because he had to ask the owner, who came out, looked at the woman and her mom, and charged them $3.00 for two limes. Which bowled me right over and eventually even hubby was surprised. He had no idea that the last time I bought a lime it cost me $.25...
We went back to the hotel room and packed almost everything we had brought, I called for a 3am wake-up call, and then we relaxed on the bed and watched some TV. He thought it was funny that I slept in my travel clothes (yoga pants, a loose blue/white striped top, and my LA Lakers sweat jacket - nope, not a Lakers fan; it was free and it's REALLY comfy!). We were able to fall asleep around 11pm-ish and surprisingly, I was not dead to the world when they called to wake us up. I managed to bring home everything I brought with me (except for my visor, dang it!), and except for a blood blister on my right pinkie finger where I caught it in my suitcase that morning (4am for a cab is early!!!), it was a rather uneventful trip - no injuries, no missed planes, no wild cab rides, nothing that might make for a more exciting but less happy trip!!
And now, without further ado, here are the photos...