This is: Round The World 2004
... as they say in these parts. It was another beautifully warm, sunny morning in the Big Easy and I was certainly hopeful that the good times would roll for me. Not that I was in any great hurry, you understand. With such a long day yesterday and with the clocks changing during the night, I figured I really needed my beauty sleep I eventually crawled out of bed at 0930, had an invigorating shower and went out for breakfast. As I ate breakfast, I contemplated what a funny thing language can be. Since arriving here, I had been addressed as Baby , Boss and Mon ami.
From there, I went straight to the nearby turnaround for the famous St Charles Avenue vintage streetcars, a system that - along with San Francisco's much more well-known cable cars - has been elevated to the status of a US National Monument. I rode a car all the way to the end of the line, then split up the return journey, stopping off at those points that had struck me as interesting on the outbound leg. An absolute 'must' was the famous Garden District, with its exclusive mansions.
I had a toasted sandwich lunch in Friday's and stopped off at my hotel room for a few minutes. Soon I was on the road again, this time going back to the river front. I looked around for a bit and then booked myself onto the 1600 cruise by the Cajun Queen, which was a good way of getting some sun and fresh air, without having to move a muscle
I decided to have a final evening stroll around the French Quarter in the hope that it might be just a little bit quieter than the day before. I had a delicious steak & shrimp dinner (same food, different eatery!) at a place on Bourbon Street. The steak was cooked to perfection and the meal was most enjoyable, despite a family 'do' at the next table which went wrong and split up tearfully