My 25-year-old son has lived in the big city for almost a year now. He has asked me to spend some time with him there, but it has just never worked out until recently. We had planned to visit the Louisiana State Museum exhibit “Katrina and Beyond” and hopefully see me in about nine seconds of fame on a video loop there.
Did BW do her homework? The answer is NO. We walked up to the doors at 10 a.m. sharp and were greeted by a big C L O S E D sign. We soon learned that almost ALL the museums and walking tours are closed on Monday.
So we started walking to see where the Big Easy would take us. How about I just stop talking and share some of the images of our day with you? Hopefully, you can feel the cool fall breeze, smell the sweet olive blossoms, and hear the jivey jazz notes floating through the air as we walked and talked and ate and drank and shopped and acted silly.
I’ll let the captions do the rest of the talking . . .
Not much else left to say . . .