I don’t generally buy souvenirs, but alligator sausage was too perfect for Tim. So I choked on the $10-for-four-pieces and bought it. Just had a bite and agree with Tim that it tastes quite a bit like good turkey jerky/sausage.
So, my New Orleans experience is officially over. I’m exhausted and had to jump right back into work 11 hours after landing. (Well, “had” to in that I didn’t think I could afford to miss anymore days.) But it was a great time.
In and among my drinking experiences, I actually did some touristy stuff.
Wednesday was our last day there. We toured Greenwood, which is at the end of the Canal St. streetcar line. It was pretty cool, but I wouldn’t have minded hunting down Louis Prima’s tomb at Maiterie. I wanted to see some of the “Just a Gigol” lyrics carved in marble memorium. But once we got off, it was too far to walk to; and we had a very exact amount of change to get back to the hotel. Greenwood was pretty interesting in and of itself, of course. I snapped some shots of a couple of the cooler tombs for Tim. Then the heat and humidity started getting to Mom, and we headed back to the hotel.
We had hoped to see the Pharmacy Museum because apparently it’s actually pretty interesting. But it took us awhile to hunt down a used bookstore for plane-reading material. Between that and wandering aimlessly for lunch (I forgot to check out Killer Po’boys, d’oh!), there just wasn’t time to properly do that and be at the airport by 4 p.m.
Earlier that day, we went out to some of the cemeteries. Unfortunately, we weren’t specific that we wanted the Maiterie Cemetery, so we ended up at some of the smaller ones. Still pretty amazing, and I snapped some pictures for Tim.
On Monday, as I mentioned before, we hit Royal Street and walked down to/through/back from the French Market and Voodoo Museum. I know some people are disappointed by the Voodoo Museum, but I still say it’s worth the $5 admission. Just go in knowing that it’s a small.
On Tuesday, we hit City Park. We toured the Sculpture Garden, which is apparently about five acres. Didn’t feel like it, though it was tiring. Then again, I don’t actually know what an acre looks like. We wanted to go ride the carousel, but unfortunately the amusement park is closed during school season. Poo. I know the park is huge, but we had to call it quits by then.
We went back to the hotel, rested a bit, then headed out to the Garden District. It was fabulous. I happened on an article that listed the five must-see houses there, so that let us wander around with a bit of a purpose. One of them was a house that Mark Twain often visited. Another was Ann Rice’s house. All of them were lovely and painfully huge.
I can’t imagine keeping up that kind of space, even with maids and such. On the numbered streets, there were at most three houses on a block. Those houses extended back about half a block. On a couple, the “servant’s quarters” were bigger (and nicer!) than our whole house. The carriage house on one of them was probably over half the size of our place. When the jealousy and longing hit, I would think about the utility bills. That usually cleared it up in a hurry.
We went about 10-15 blocks in total. Then the heat and humidity was causing Mom problems, and we were both exhausted. Plus I’d gotten a mosquito bite.
The next day, we heard some tourists comparing options of where to go. We recommended the Garden District. “Great!” they said. “Who did you use?” I looked at her blankly for a second, then realized that some people are willing to pay to see a city. I personally am too stingy, and I don’t like on being someone else’s schedule. I’m sure we missed out on a ton of interesting information, but we were able to come and go as our energy allowed.
In short, we were completely worn out by the time we hit the airport. Not too exhausted to get one last round of beignets, of course. They were an excellent addition to the flavored popcorn we had in lieu of lunch. I also had a ton of candy on the plane, so I have no idea how my stomach is still functioning. Especially as that sugar was bookended by a 10 a.m. French toast and a 10:30 p.m. Jack in the Box I-need-something-approaching-real-food dinner.
Now it’s back to work and healthy eating… once I finish up that candy, of course.