“Folks in New Orleans are very friendly… Except when you’re a pedestrian and they’re driving.”
— Beatrix, age 13.
Travelogue Day 3, Late Morning
Brunch at Court of Two Sisters. Wandering around the French Quarter. Now back at our temporary place before the next adventure (Likely Courtyard Brewery).
Travelogue Day 2, Arrival in New Orleans
The place we rented is perfectly located. Cute and comfortable. Got the bags inside and hit the small art market on Frenchmen and walked around the quarter a bit looking for food. Shrimp Po Boy and a beer for dinner. Tired, but happy.
Travelogue: Day 2, Stop 1
Downtown Memphis, TN. Huey’s for lunch (it’s a traditional lunch stop for us. Near the Peabody Hotel so we can pay the ducks a visit).
If there’s one personality type I’ve come to really appreciate the last few years, it’s a Realist.
Need to work on my practice of kindness and non-judgement as I’ve been terrible at it lately. Also, listening; not just hearing. Also, right understanding (which flows from all of that).
Frankly, I’m a Buddhist hot mess right now.
Travelogue: Day 1, Stop 2
Saint Louis. Arrived at around 6pm. Staying at a Drury Inn that is a sensible default halfway stop for our regular Saint Paul to New Orleans route. This participle is clean and well maintained with free dinner and breakfast and three free complementary alcoholic beverages for each adult. It’s not The Ritz but one can’t be the price and it’s only for one night anyway. Enjoyed the hot tub and about to settle in with my current read and my third glass of wine.
Meet me in St. Louis?
My Dad got a new record and he’s very happy.
