Day Six - New Orleans

Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day. Checked the radar.  Spotty showers every where means a lazy morning for us. Made it to breakfast, weekends have a 10:00 am end time. Thank goodness or we would not have eaten.  

Horton hears a Who was found on the tv and a hangout session in PJs continued while I worked on the site. Finally, everyone got dressed and ready to head out for the day.... well to a Walmart for laundry pods since we forgot them at the Trader Joe's.  George took the girls and left Brogden and I at the hotel.  He called to let me know when to come downstairs.  

I spy a suburban

Selected a lunch spot on the 15 min drive into town that was also near a spot to buy more one day streetcar/bus passes.  There was no price discount from a 1-day pass to a 3-day pass so we stuck with the 1-day passes. 

Drove around looking for a parking spot on the side streets when the bottom fell out of the sky again.  Secured a spot but it did not matter since we did not get out of the car.  There was flooding happening all around us.  I have no idea why we ended up at the sea wall but it was closed in many places.  George spoke with someone later on the bus who informed him that was not typical rain or flooding and they had standing water to their thigh that morning. Not every moment is wonderful as you can see from the snapshot of us waiting for the rain to let up and hungry.

Everyone was smiles again when we found street parking in front of Mahony's.  We took an outdoor table and settled in for a delicious meal and some drinks.  Girls shared pig fries and loved them.  Biscuit ate the garnish out of George's Bloody Mary. 

Next door was a running shop.  I peeked in quickly to find a great deal on socks made for the shoes I have pretty much worn every day of this trip so far.

Chose to walk the path of the Magazine St bus towards Canal Street instead of just waiting standing at the bus stop. George took advantage of the extra time we had and visited the fire station we passed. Bubble stretched out on the bus and Biscuit looked out at passing sights.

Short walk down Canal Street to the ferry; Biscuit drug us in each souvenir shop searching for the illusive fan that was in her mind.  Empty handed, we loaded on the ferry after a short wait.  Took a short walk around Algiers Point and hung out with our waters and daiquiris before riding the ferry back to New Orleans. 

Found a street vendor outside the outlet mall and, BINGO, Biscuit located the perfect fan.  It was a blue fan with an embroidered flamingo.  She was so happy and pleased that she had something Bubble wanted.  Bubble picked out a fan for herself back in Raleigh and toted it everywhere.  I used it often to cool the baby while he was pressed against me in the carrier, intensively multiplying our body heat.

George wanted to take the Canal Streetcar all the way north to check out the cemetery.  We found a car with a/c and I feel in love.  

Tiny did not like the graveyard and whispered in George's ear, "No, no, no, no, no!" Our resident cheerleader had to pee again and we were in no man's land for open businesses. Spotted: a port-a-potty in a construction site. Biscuit was carried in and out. Brogden on my front and Tiny on my back, Bubble and I hung out on the corner like nothing was up.

Magazine Street bus took us right back to the suburban.  Best part? Parked in an oasis that was free for the whole day. 

Showers at the hotel and our sweet girls fell fast asleep.