What should have been an easy ride to the Place D'Armes Hotel in the French Quarter was complicated by a series of closed roads sans detours, and hidden to the blind, google map navigation. After checking into our refrigerated room, we walked to Napoleon's for Sazeracs and Pimm's Cup. Kurt, having only eaten an apple and 2 red bulls that day, suggested fried shrimp Po-boys and some other tasties off the menu. This was followed by the obligatory, surreal walk down Bourbon Street where nudity and open cup are public commodities.
After enjoying the sights and sounds with some Abita draughts, it was back to the hotel where we slept like zombies. Without setting out to do so, we managed to pack a few days into one on Thursday: Cafe du Monde, walk along the river, a bit of shopping, checked out the car in the Premium Parking lot, Joey K's (Garden District) lunch of red beans and rice, neighborhood walk, Angelo Brocato gelato, a fruitless search for voodoo themed swim trunks with an embroidered fleur de lis on the back pocket, hotel power nap, dinner at Pierre Maspero's, and a self-guided tour of haunted places in the French Quarter. A late night dip in the hotel swimming pool was followed by an episode of "Botched" in an attempt to give exhaustion a fighting chance against adrenaline.
This morning, we checked out in time to manage breakfast at Surrey's Cafe in the Lower Garden District before parting ways at the Premium Parking lot at 623 S Johnston St. Being in camping mode, this trip to New Orleans would not have been possible without or guide and mentor. Thank you Kurt!
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