Arrived in New Orleans yesterday after a wonderful morning spent on the USS Alabama in Mobile, AL. The warship was a great tour and we spent more time (and had more fun) there than we thought we would. Mobile was only supposed to be a nice place to rest before arriving in NOLA, but it turned out to be great. We even loved the hotel, Malaga Inn. It reminded us of a B&B where we stayed in Savannah last year.
But New Orleans. . . wow. We are in a cheap hotel near Bourbon street. It was great to save some money on parking, but the room isn’t amazing. Still, if you are young and want to party, Bourbon street is a short walk away. We keep forgetting that we aren’t (that) young anymore. Right now it’s 6:48pm and we are in the hotel, drinking our beer that we bought at a grocery store, and relaxing in pajamas before going to bed around 9 (maybe even 8:30). Oh yeah! Party on!!
But Bourbon street is in full swing. With or without Covid, lots of people are wandering around, mostly without masks, and feeling very “free”. Kind of like South Beach. I was going to say it’s South Beach with brighter colors, but there are some pretty bright colors also on South Beach.
The highlight of the day for us was the Natchez Riverboat tour. We got on at 2:00pm and had lunch and a brief ride up to the Mississippi river mouth. The voice over the loudspeaker told us a few things as we went and I memorized it all (not!). There was also a musical act (banjo, tuba, and clarinet) playing some nice music. Wonderful tour and a very reasonable meal. I enjoyed the jambalaya and Vale enjoyed the fried catfish. Good times.
Tomorrow – Easter Sunday. We will go to mass at 11am (only available mass), but there are 2 items on the itinerary before that. 1 – tour the locations for the Showtime show “Your Honor”. Vale has started watching that and, since we are here, would like to visit the locations.
Item #2 – have a beignet at Cafe du Monde. This seems to be a requirement.
Okay. Enough said. Time to take out my teeth, rub in the Ben-gay, and take off my orthopedic socks. Ahh yes. The sweet feeling of . . .
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