Of course, once having crossed it, we did the only things necesary. Refuel, have a cuppa and cross it again.
Then it was in to town for a look around during the day. We went our own ways for the afternoon and then returned to the motel to cool off for a while before heading back in for the evening. Very hot and humid here.
This time we stayed away from Bourbon and found French Market where the pace was a little slower. We dined in the French Market Cafe accompanied by the wonderful sounds of the New Orleans Jazz Band. All the old jazz favourites played by experts in the genre.
The food was exceptional as well. I ordered an alligator appetizer. Charleen declined as she thought alligator might be nice but couldn't eat a whole one.
So she had Shrimp Creole while I had Redfish Pontchartrain (natch) with crabmeat and "dirty rice". Absolute yum.
Let the youngsters party on in Bourbon Street, this was a lot nicer for us.
Back on the road tomorrow.
Meantime:
Looking back south to New Orleans from about the middle
Then North
From the north shore, it spans the horizon
New Orleans freeways, where the drivers are absolutely nuts.
Some lovely old places still need repair
The main CBD is in pretty good shape
A definite style of their own
The last bridge on the Mississippi - we cross it tomorrow
A paddle wheeler and vehicular ferry cross wakes.
Building art
Now THAT's a clarinet
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