NOLA Day Six

Required experiences: streetcar, cemeteries, leaving the French Quarter.

We only wanted to do one thing today: find the weeping angel tomb in the Metairie cemetery.

(And it’s a good thing we didn’t want to eat, because all the food we tried today was inadequate. We had a muffin at a chain coffee shop, and though two days ago that same muffin was glorious, today it was only adequate. We had to get change for the streetcar and use the bathroom, and that meant a visit to Arby’s, which was hideous, then my planned fish restaurant was having a Christmas party that evening, then we returned to Stanley which had been good, then THAT featured a pedestrian po-boy, the, the terrifically reliable cafe du monde beignets made me nauseated. I must be jaded and hard to please.)

But back to the streetcar. We crept our way along Canal street to the end of the line. Instead of letting me consult the map, Gary insisted on following all the other passengers, who all scattered after we got past a crowd of glumly Caroling children. There was a cemetery nearby, though, and we clambered around the empty cemetery taking photos of distressed angel statuary. They just weren’t the right angel.

After four hours of the wrong cemetery, we hiked under an overpass and took a construction entrance to the right cemetery, where we found the weeping angel fairly quickly, thanks to the internet.

And that was it. It sounds dull, but remember I was with Gary. A half-empty bag of dog food turned into an abandoned homeless community.

It was just exhausting, though, so I didn’t argue when we were at the hotel watching movies at six.

Last day. If I can wake Gary up it’ll be a bus tour.