Surviving New Orleans: Day Four

22,965 steps …
Surprisingly only my feet hurt. During past vacations, Matthew and I have found which parts of our bodies are most likely to give out first (Matthew’s hip and my right knee). I guess our bodies are giving us a break this trip.

Okay, on to the day’s events.
This is Val and I’ll be your guide.
We started with, you guessed it … coffee. More specifically, coffee and a cinnamon and sugar doughnut at District Donuts Sliders Brew.

Although it was truly the most humid day I’ve ever experienced, we sat at a shaded table outside to enjoy the atmosphere of Magazine Street. It’s a neat area, but we wished more of the stores were open on Mondays.

We did happen upon a little book store where I found some postcards to send back home and to some penpals.
It never fails that we end up standing at the register chatting with the elderly woman behind the counter. It’s happened in a few different mom and pop bookstores throughout the last few years, and it’s always fun listening to their stories.

After about 20 minutes of exploring the area, we realized how much of a mistake we made with wearing jeans, so headed back to the Airbnb to change into shorts.

Now the forecast today called for a decent morning (with a “dash” of humidity), followed by rain at noon and through the evening. So we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and walked to a James Bond filming location.

Live and Let Die, 1973
Surviving New Orleans, 2018

The location was in the French Quarter, so we decided to stay and explore.
This is when the off and on rain began. I’ll take the bits of rain here and there over an all day downfall, so no complaints from me.

Between the little moments of rain, we made our way to the waterfront to take in the huge ships and a nice breeze off the water.

We ended up at an eatery called Cochon in the Garden District. My goodness. I had the Smoked Pork Ribs and Watermelon Pickle … yea, I had no clue what watermelon pickles were, but they were delicious. Matthew got the Chicken and Andouille Gumbo Soup.

The hour following our delicious lunch was interesting.
Something you should know first about the Pearons … we barely remember where we park our car at the grocery store. Seriously, I’ve thought on many occasions to “pin” our parking location when we go to the grocery.
So you can imagine the challenge an entire city offers.
Long story short, we forgot we had dropped our car off at the Airbnb after coffee in order to walk the rest of the day. So when we went to look for it on Magazine Street after lunch and found it gone, naturally our first thought was that it had been towed. Panic.
It wasn’t until we had searched the same street for 10 minutes and started heading to the impound lot that I remembered we had relocated our car to the Airbnb earlier in the day.

Our evening was filled with music at The Spotted Cat on Frenchmen Street. Dominick Grillo and the Frenchmen Street All Stars gave a rowdy performance while a few patrons danced.

I’m not going to post any videos here, but you can find them on our PhotoStream, along with more photos.

“How did you fall in love with New Orleans?”
“At once, madly. Looking back, sometimes I think it was predestined.”

   – Andrei Codrescu

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