New Orleans

11/17/18 – Saturday

Arrival in Miami, flight to New Orleans

We were up at 6am, breakfasted and ready to go at our meeting place in the theater by 7:15am. We sat next to Kathy/Jim. We (with Kathy/Jim) walked off the ship by 8:30am, getting onto our “Hop On Hop Off” bus for Miami. We loaded our luggage into one truck and got into another bus, enjoying a tour of Miami Beach. This was essentially our transport to the airport that included this city tour on our way. We spent some time at Bayside Marketplace before we returned to the truck that held our baggage and claimed them. They were then put onto our bus that went straight to the airport. There we used a kiosk (no computer/printer on ship for us) to print our boarding passes. We only waited 1.5 hours at the gate before boarding. Our flight was pretty short. Unfortunately I got preoccupied as we were about to land as I just returned from the bathroom and was popping my ears only to realize we were landing very soon. Thus I forgot to get my Kindle out of the seat pocket in front of me. I only managed to realize this when we unpacked at the St. James Hotel in New Orleans. Once off the airplane we got an Uber ride (first time), finding out that they have a “rideshare” area for Lyft and Uber cars. It took about ½ hour to get to our hotel. Once unpacked we walked for a good while looking for a place to eat, finally finding “Auction House” in the Warehouse District. Small meals for reasonable prices (soup for me ($4), mac and cheese for John ($6)). Yum. In bed by 9pm. The next morning John realized he’d left his credit card somewhere. Never did locate it but I had mine still.

11/18/18 – Sunday

St. James Hotel, New Orleans, Louisiana

We had breakfast at the “Ruby Slipper”, really near our hotel. I had a Southern breakfast, John had cinnamon swirl pancakes – both scrumptious. Although at this point our stomachs were feeling queasy, so the fat and salt (sugar for John) were not the best for us. After this breakfast is when John realized his credit card was missing. Back at our hotel he looked everywhere, then called Auction House Marketplace. They couldn’t find it. I called Barclays Bank then to put a hold on it-no other transactions ever showed up. Note: it never showed up, no “ontoward” transactions occurred, so John got another card to replace it when we got home. I also contacted the airlines about my forgotten Kindle. They texted back that they would look for it for 30 days. Note: they never found it. We walked to the Woldenburg Riverfront Park on a gorgeous sunny day, with lots of photo opportunities. As you walk North from Canal St you are in the French Quarter. The place where all the music, food and fun happens. The French Market is large and filled with all kinds of fun New Orleans items – a must see.

French Market

It’s a law that any rebuilding/renovating of a building must let the outer walls remain, to keep alive the historical look in the French Quarter.

Adorable mules pull decorated carts filled with tourists.

St. Louis Cathedral

St. Louis Cathedral

St. Louis Cathedral

St. Louis Cathedral

St. Louis Cathedral

St. Louis Cathedral

Bible of St. Louis XIV

“The Bible of St. Louis belonged to the King of France, Louis XIV who gave it to Alfonso X the Wise…Life in the Middle Ages is presented in this codex…It is a unique monument of book illumination that constitutes both unlimited information for historians and a boundless sense of pleasure to the senses. ”

“The original bible is in the Cathedral of Toledo in Spain. Because of its uniqueness the Chapter of Toledo Cathedral allowed it to be copied in the year 2000. This copy was presented in 2007 to the St. Louis Cathedral…”

Cafe du Monde – where you can have 3 begneits (French doughnuts covered in powdered sugar) for $3. Yum!

Cafe du Monde – where you can have 3 begneits (French doughnuts covered in powdered sugar) for $3. Yum!

Cafe du Monde – You can see John’s hands in this image. My half eaten beignet is at the bottom. Barely got this photo taken before we’d eaten them up!

French Quarter architecture

We walked all the way to the US Mint at the far end of the French Quarter, which also contains the Jazz National Park on the 2nd and 3rd floors. The last time we were here we saw a marvelous explanation of the history of Jazz by a New Orleans musician. This time we didn’t enter the US Mint but headed back to our hotel via Decatur/Magazine St. We had a lot of time before our appointment at another hotel, but soon John was getting desperate for a bathroom so we sped on to the Blue Green Vacation hotel, arriving with plenty of time to make one bathroom break. Our timeshare sales talk there lasted 1.5 hours, then it took another 1.5 hours of convincing time before it as over. Back at the St. James Hotel we got our concierge’s recommendation for a more bland dinner at the “Coterie”: Veggie wrap for me (it had a wet bottom from grease) and chicken sandwich for John. Again, the food was very tasty but still full of fat for our unhappy tummies. A grocery store exists, but it was a long way off. (Later we found out there was a tiny version of the Rouses grocery stores in the midst of the French Quarter). We settled down with TV shows until bedtime.


About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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