In New Orleans, if we were to head south in the morning, headed toward The River, we would pass that charming Easter be-decked house that I blogged about some days ago.
On our last morning there we headed out for beignets and coffee down at Du Monde Cafe and there in that house was a sweet kitty to say good morning.
Immediately I thought of Maizy and Lucy and Jeanne and Cousin Janice and Carole. And I knew you would all love this sweet face.
I love to be reminded of my 'dearly beloveds' as I go on one journey or another.
This is where we were headed . . .
And this is what we were waiting for. Shelby introduced us to these french doughnuts at Cafe Flora in Seattle so this was a must have for our trip. We had walked by many times and seen long, long lines so were happy to get a table right off for our treat.
By the time we came out less than a half hour later the line was way long down the block!
At this point we all parted ways for our last moments in the city. Gail went off in one direction, the boys headed back to the hotel and I went back to see 'Joanie on her Pony' and other things that were only important to me.
The people of Orleans, France had donated this statue of Joan of Arc and since I like people who are willing to step forward to do the right thing (you can argue that last comment, if you like) I am somewhat impressed by this young woman and her story. Another case of the big guys using the pure of heart and then getting rid of them when the deed is 'done'.
And years ago I read a number of books by Frances Parkinson Keyes so wanted to find her home. It was not all that impressive but it was something I just had to do.
This home was formerly owned by General Beauregard of Civil War fame. Was he not the fellow credited with firing the first shot which started the war?
Now what in the world is a pair of glasses doing way up in a tree? On my way back to the hotel I was looking for more photos and was actually taking pictures of the ferns that were growing on this tree and there was one more piece of evidence that we missed one crazy wild party Mardi Gras.
Next year the Super Bowl and Mardi Gras are going to be at the same time in the same town. Traveler beware!
Now I must get ready to go hiking in Sabino Canyon (different town) with Lorne and Gail and then off to lunch with Stanley and Sharyl.