French Quarter

Big, beautiful old homes like this.....

One of the waiters at the world famous Gumbo Pot......he was funny.....

Balconies all over the place

Gorgeous church....

Dark....chicory place....cafe something

view through an alley.....statue...naked.....

more balconies....

world famous....fried dough....

old building attached to new one.....

Good Afternoon, Family and Friends wherever you are,

Well, another day in the camper. Mommy and Daddy decided to go touring, which was fine with me, but they said I had to stay home because they might get out to do some walking, and/or eating and it was too hot for me to stay in the truck or walk on those hot sidewalks for miles and miles. Soooooo, I stayed here and had to listen to their story when they got home.

I guess we're really just country folks. Traffic, and a gazillion people milling around just aren't our favorite things. I myself much prefer the eclectic smells of a campground to the noise and confusion of a city. When you don't know where you're going, there are lots of stops and starts and it tends to make me sick to my stomach, so I was glad not to be with them today. I just stayed here and gnawed on my new bone, and watched out the window, and napped a little and whined some......we girls are apt to do that when we're left alone.....whine........some.....not a lot...just some.

Well, once they found the French Quarter, they decided to have an early lunch and beat the crowd. They ate in this cute little place called the Gumbo Pot.....Daddy had jumbalaya, and Mommy had a shrimp salad which would have been a lot better if they had deveined the shrimp, but they didn't. Yuck. She couldn't believe a restaurant would serve shrimp with the black line of.....you know what....I'm not allowed to say that word but it rhymes with pimp jit....get it?? Shrimp.....stuff??Yuck.......and, it had been frozen....wasn't as fresh as advertized. Oh well.....ya win some, ya lose some. After lunch, they went walking......did the tourist thing......stopped at the Cafe Du Monde and had coffee with beignets. We know these to be fried dough in Vermont, and they don't cost anywhere near what you have to pay for them here. Plus the Coffee is chicory.....oh my dog......Mommy about gagged......very bitter and not good at all. I'm tellin' you, we all have Vermont taste buds......

Anyhow, the touristy shops were fun, but they didn't buy anything because it was all so expensive: lunch was fifty bucks and chickory and beignets were nine bucks and parking was nine bucks.......I lied. Daddy got a cook book. Cajun cooking. Go figure.

The old houses in that part of town are awesome, very similar to old Charleston. The biggest difference is that there are beads hanging from all of the trees. Funny place. In Vermont, ladies wear beads around their necks. In New Orleans, they throw them up into the trees, or on the electric lines that the trolleys use. Interesting customs in different parts of the country.

So, when they finally got home, Mommy went to do the laundry so they don't have to be bothered with it in Houston. Uncle Johnny and Aunt PK are waiting for us there. We'll leave early tomorrow morning, so you may not hear from me for a couple of days. We may be busy, I don't know.

Anyhow, have a wonderful day. I love you all.

Juni