Today started with the world’s messiest donut for breakfast.
It’s traditional, and therefore I cannot be judged for my breakfast choices. Don’t blame me; I don’t make the rules.
Post-Beignets, I took one of those hop-on hop-off bus trips, though I didn’t do any hopping, just enjoyed the tour guide’s commentary and basked in the air conditioning of the downstairs portion of the vehicle.
The heat is manageable, but worth avoiding. The sweating in the next picture is the result of ten minutes or so of non-strenuous walking. Not a sprinkler.
The plan had been to do a lap of the route, then go back to visit anything that caught my eye. That didn’t happen; The full tour took about two hours, two very entertaining hours, and I stopped to get lunch before proceeding.
As the song says, that was my mistake.
I’d wanted to go back to Mardi Gras World, where they build about 200 floats a year, but the tour is an hour long, and I couldn’t have made it there, done the tour, and made it to the bus back on time. Such is life, and I’ll plan better next time.
This is the one photo I got of the place that’s worth posting, and … Well, it’s a bit shit.
The bus tour was a lot of fun; Charlie the guide had a nice line in being enthusiastic about his town, wanting other people to be enthusiastic about his town, and wanting the folks on the bus to talk to each other. That last bit’s a novel approach, I thought.
Lunch didn’t consist solely of messy donuts; That was just the dessert. The slightly more nutritionally balanced portion came from a Cheesemonger (and salamimonger) in the French Market.
Did have some potential company for donuts, but they took too long to arrive.
Sparrows have business to attend to; They can’t be waiting around.
I’d spotted Dancing Vader the other day, rocking out to CCR’s “Down On The Corner”. This time it was Queen’s “We Are The Champions”, and I had some cash on me to help fund the Death Star.
That’s more or less it for the tourist stuff.
I did wander out in the evening, for a while, to listen to the various street bands and try to avoid hearing a bloody awful rapper. If you turn the volume down a bit, so that you’re not distorting every sound, then maybe, just maybe, the brilliance of your lyrics will shine through. Though probably not.
I have many questions about this sign, but the most important one is; How big are those parking tickets?
That seems unfeasible, unless the idea is that you can use it as an umbrella. It does look like they shrink, so maybe they’re like those plastic things you’d bake in a low heat to make them tiny?
And here’s a better shot of one of the floodwall/floodgate systems, presented in a transparent attempt to justify my not figuring them out the first time I saw one.
