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On Sunday my niece Sarah and I took a trip down to New Orleans to get the quick orientation of the French Quarter. We took one of the carriage rides from here - Yes, I'll say the "T" word: TOURIST. Hey, it's more efficient than just walking around, and somebody tells you what you're looking at! By the way, this is Jackson Square, named for Andrew Jackson, who as a general in the War of 1812 defeated the British in the Battle of New Orleans. At the far side of the square is the St. Louis Cathedral.
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The riverboat Natchez. It's good to see that in New Orleans, the paddlewheels actually turn, unlike the ones in Savannah that have propellers and diesel exhaust pipes in the back - or "stern" is the correct term, I guess. There was a nice breeze on the waterfront, so we sat on a bench in the shade and looked through the AAA Tour Book to find a restaurant. (Don't make me say the "T-word" again!)
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Just by luck we selected a very good restaurant, Petunias on St. Louis Street. There was a line of about 10 people standing in the hot sun waiting to get in. Several people said it was worth waiting for, so we stuck it out. It was incredible. I got this huge crepe, and every time I got a taste of crabmeat I decided I could take just one more bite. A little Louisiana Hot Sauce...Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm. (Sorry, I got a little carried away. This is Chartres Street in front of the cathedral. It's blocked off to traffic and instead artists sell pictures and fortune tellers will read bones for you.)
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Yesterday I did laundry, updated the website and answered my cherished email from my dear friends. Today I came back by myself. Sarah began her new job on Monday - while her unemployed uncle who's living out of his car walks the streets of the French Quarter. Anyway, this is the French Market, which includes a Farmer's Market, thousands of bottles of hot sauce and bags of Cajun spices, and lots of tasteful souvenirs. (Sarcasm? You be the judge.)
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SSDD. Same ship, different day. OK, I was short a picture, and I had a better one of the Natchez today. Plus I get to do the SSDD joke.
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I also took a streetcar (as in ...Named Desire) to the Garden District. Once again, just like Charleston and Savannah, lots of gorgeous upscale mansions, with tourists (Doh! I said it again!!) walking around with their AAA Tour Books. I felt a little embarrassed taking pictures, but I did get this one. They just ignored me.
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