Today i got up late, JW did not, we had relatively fluid plans for the day, but nothing concrete until our 3 pm city tour on a bus. So it was chill, you know man, chill.
We walked a block to the New Orleans coffee shop, and filled up on caffeine as one does. And then back to the hotel to poop and circle the wagaons before leaving the Garden District for the day.
The trolley, which we learned is the oldest trolley system in the country, took us down to the French quarter, where we had so many recommendations and ignored most of them because this place was a terrible place, and the French quarter festival had begun today and it was a shit show. We wandered around and loooked for shit, cafe de monde, check, we even had a muffalata at the central grocery and it was pretty fucking terrible, i would skip that shit if i were you.
We kept walking, it seemed like forever and i said, hey, lets try bloody Mary’s voodoo museum, and we made it there and paid the fee, and the doll room was creepy as shit and it was mostly just passing time.
We walked a 100 miles today and by now it was approaching the hour to hop on our tour bus, but we made a detour at the De Ja Vu lounge and wound up meeting a lady from Overland Park, and an actor of some type who had been to KC. It filled out the spaces.
We walked from the bar to the holiday inn to meet up with our tour group and it seemed like forever before the bus showed up and Cornell the tour guide picked us up. We visited St Louis Cemetery #3 and a distillery and and saw the black neighborhood and even the garden district and it was fine, just fine.
After the tour we went to the Roosevelt Hotel, home of the Sazerac, which is a drink i think, we had one, cool hotel.
We made our way to Coops place for dinner and it was marvelous.
We had an hour to kill but eventually met up with our haunted pub crawl, which was lame as shit, barely any haunts, it mostly featured story’s from Rob the tour guide about brothels, very little about ghosts and i was sad about the whole thing.
We got lost on the way back home, eventually found a street car home, and went to the wine bar for drinks afterwards where JW met a rich guy who owned a DeGaul gallery and all was fine.
We are home at the hampton and everything is fine. Tomorrow, the drive to Arkansas, and that will also be fine.
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