Tripometer – 14,788 mi
Gas Gauge – 1152.255 gal
Location – French Quarter RV Park, New Orleans, LA
Lodging – $105
Cans of OFF – 4
Kelly over did it walking the French Quarter yesterday and woke with an aching back this morning. We decided that a day of rest was in order and given that it is Sunday, we’d go off in search of a sports bar to watch the Sunday football games. We walked to a total of three bars before we came to a couple of realizations: 1) Tourist towns are not looking to drive customers to their bars via sports, 2) No one in NOLA cares about the Ravens game, 3) Kelly’s back won’t handle any more walking, and 4) We are both more interested in seeing more of this city than sitting in a bar watching football. We grabbed an Uber back the RV park and changed gears.
We grabbed the dog and the car and headed to the Garden District in search of lunch and some cool old New Orleans Mansions. Taking advantage of being in a large city we found a small Mediterranean restaurant along the main drag (Magazine Street) in the Garden district that looked promising. We have been so restricted in our eating habits over the past few weeks that it’s nice to add some ethnic spice to the mix while we have the chance. We sat outside the restaurant on the street with Ranger for our lunch of kebabs and hummus with an amazing cucumber and tomato salad.
Returning to the car we proceeded to take a car tour of the old Garden district knowing we would return in a day or so to walk amongst the most spectacular old homes we could find today. Our guidebook for New Orleans suggested a few streets in the heart of the Garden district as having the most spectacular old homes, but we found that a much larger portion of the garden district was home to some of the most spectacular southern style mansions we had ever seen. The tremendously old oak trees bedecked with Spanish moss overhung the roads creating a tunnel broken every half block by gorgeous homes of amazing complexity and beautiful old world charm. Once again we were completely dumbstruck at the sheer quantity of historic buildings here. Leaving the Garden District, we were even more sure we were coming back to walk amongst these beauties another day.
At this point in the evening Kelly’s back was flat out done. We returned to the trailer where she took up residence on the couch to ease her sore muscles. Paul secured take out from a local Thai restaurant for dinner and we passed the rest of the evening reading and watching the tube. We’ll make sure tomorrow is a better back day!