One word sums up today. Hurricane.
I don’t remember much else. If you have ever been to Pat O’Brien’s, you will understand. Excellent cocktails, if rather strong. I think I may have also acquainted myself with the Mint Julep (distinctly inferior to the Mojito, I’m afraid), the Purple People Eater and the Cyclone.
Somewhere along the way there was a visit to a country bar (I know, right? City of Jazz, and all that). I ended up wearing and playing the washboard. So for the first time ever I truly had a washboard stomach.
These indoor activities were undertaken due to the fact it was a little rainy in the morning. We took a short walk along the riverfront (our first glimpse of the Mighty Mississippi) but realised the damp was not going to let up so we decided to ride the streetcar all the way down St Charles Avenue and back. The streetcars are lovely and quaint, a far cry from the modern trams of Manchester. They are wooden, and the most exciting part is that when you get to the end of the line the streetcar starts to go in the opposite direction so everyone stands up and slides the back of their seat across so that it now faces the other way. Okay, that just sounded sad. Really it’s more exciting when you’re actually there.
We’d been told that St Charles Avenue is one of the prettiest streets in N’Awlins and it did not disappoint. We saw a lot of lovely and unmistakeably Louisiana-style houses along the way. A pleasant way to spend a rainy day. Before the Hurricanes.