Ten years ago, when our granddaughter was born, I promised to build her a doll collection from our travels so each trip we take, if possible, we bring her back a doll. Sometimes, as in Australia, it had to be a statue because Aboriginal children have no time for dolls. Even now, their lives are filled with much more important things like survival and learning the oral traditions of their ancestors. Other trips, dolls were not available in the area so we’ll look in different places the next time we visit that area like the Pacific Northwest. Today, we only had to look in three stores before I found just what I was looking for.
During our visit, I had a few New Orleans delicacies I wanted to try. I had several mufalata sandwiches which is a variety of cold meat and an olive salad served on a crusty loaf of bread but I had one last Louisiana delicacy to sample; beignets. And it seemed there was only one place to try this deep fried pillows of heaven and that was the Café du Monde in the French Market. One of our tour guides had warned when eating beignets, there were two things not to do; Don’t inhale as you’re taking a bite because these beauties are covered with about ½ inch of powdered sugar and never breathe out because for the rest of the day everyone you see will know you’ve had beignets. Okay, so the hype about Beignets is just that, a hype. Fried dough at the fair or funnel cake is even better. Still, how can you go wrong with fried balls of dough covered in confection sugar?
Then. The last thing on my New Orleans checklist, a trolley ride. We hopped on the Canal Street trolley at Magazine Street and rode it to the end of the line at City Park. We spent a couple of hours wandering around, taking pictures and listening to the giggle of children as they threw bread to the ducks and seagulls.
That evening, we were off to the French Market one last time. We headed to Frenchman Street, the home of the best blues clubs in town.