We woke up Friday tied up to the dock behind the Riverwalk Mall in New Orleans. It brought back fun memories of our first visit here when we attended the National Catholic Office for the Deaf Pastoral Week conference near here. We brought our bike down to the truck, then our bags (yes, all three suticases and our two bike panniers) to the trucks to be loaded for depature to Memphis. We elected not to join the short ride this morning in New Orleans for a number of reasons. Suffice it to say, we enjoyed a relaxed end to the bike portion of our tour. After breakfast, we enjoyed watching the ride come back and the dis-assembly and packing of many of the bikes into shipping containers. Watching how people manage travelling with such big bikes, and the creative ways they solve these issues, was very entertaining. At mid-morning, we joined two other couples and took them on a tour of the Frech Quarter. Since we were the only ones in the group who had been here before, we were the "experts." We stopped at Cafe Le Monde for bignets (a must for any tourist here), then walked to Jackson Square and into the cathedral of St. Louis. There our timing was perfect and we were serenaded by a high school choir. We walked behind the cathedral down Pirate's Alley, stopped at our favorite little bookstore here (William Faulkner's old house), and then headed down into the heart of the French Quarter, to the French Market, and then back. We stopped for lunch at Coop's Place, a little Creole/Cajun restaurant/bar, and then over to the Word War II museum. After that, it was back to the boat in the rain. We took as short a route as possible and headed straight to the convention center, where we were somewhat protected and finally got indoors. We walked into and through the Mall and took a door that opened right outside our gangway. Good choice!
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| Jackson Square and St. Louis Cathedral |
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| Heart of the French Quarter |
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| WWII Museum: Semper Fi! |
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