In hindsight, we really should have been better prepared for our tour and food choices.
Fortified with a basic egg/ potato breakfast we headed out to see the French Quarter in daylight.
Charming and sad. Roads are in total disrepair and lots of sidewalks roped off for rebuilding along with piles of trash waiting for pick up.
Too, too many tatooed young people living on the streets.
I did manage to take pictures of Jackson square and the St. Louis cathedral; the oldest catholic church in the US. Also, only for Spanish...there was another catholic church for the white people.
Wanted to try the mufuletta sandwich from Central Grocery. They were closed on Monday. Went across the street for one of theirs. 👎 another recommendation failure.
Our tour took us mostly through the 9th ward devastation during hurricane Katrina. We went to the St. Louis cemetery and were told that each of the individual crypts were for entire family lines. When you die, you are layed on a "rack". There you stay for one year and one day. By this time you have slowly baked and your ashes are filtered down to make room for the family member. The crypts cost hundreds of thousands.
We did see a few streets of the garden district. By this time i had a "sick headache" as all my historical novels referrenced.
Rested in the room for a few hours; tried to make the best of the evening, but it did't work out.
Back in our room by 8:00 to see the Giants make it to the series.
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