Day 38 - Wednesday 9/4/13 New Orleans, LA (0 Miles)

St. Charles Street Car
The seat backs slide forward so the passengers
can face the opposite direction on the return trip.

Despite our luscious Antoine's Annex pastries and French roast coffee again today, this sticky 90 degree day was one we which we could have hit the reset button on.  Let's rewind to this morning when we're planning our daily agenda.  First off, haircuts at the Omni Hotel's barber shop.  I had stopped in yesterday to inquire about the salon's location so I could get my hair cut and was "persuaded" by the Vidal Sassoon-trained barber "stylist" to let him do it.  So, Rick and I suffered through listening to this guy while I got a boy's cut and Rick got a man's cut.  I'm really trying to remind myself that hair grows out!  By the way, I found the lady's salon on my way back to the room from my haircut.   Arggggg!  Strike One.

View from the street car

Next item on the agenda; Ride the St. Charles Street Car out to the Garden District to eat at a highly acclaimed bakery, La Boulangarie.  Ok, so it's in the 90's and very sticky and the street cars of course are open and not air conditioned.  That's ok until the rail line is torn up and you have to transfer to the bus line, which delays us by 30 minutes.  Strike Two, but that's OK because we know how good this is going to be, right?

Typical Garden District architecture

I really must be more careful with my French because I typed "Boucherie" instead of "Boulangerie" into the mapping system and voila, we ended up a couple of miles off course at the butcher's looking for our pastry.  Oops.  Strike Three.

Fire Brigade Crypt

Now nearing starvation (tho' neither of us will wither away any century soon), we hoof it over to La B-o-u-l-a-n-g-e-r-i-e only to be told that while it IS 1:12pm and the sign SAYS that they make to-order sandwiches until 2:00pm, we must choose from the old porc sandwiches already made because they're slow and don't want to make to-order sandwiches any more today.   We don't eat porc, aghhhhh!!!  Strike Four...and a less-than-glowing Trip Advisor review for them.

How may strikes do we have left?

Crypt for the:
Society for the Relief of Destitute Orphan Boys

None?   Well, then we must console our appetite with a daiquiri from a walk-up bar on Bourbon Street and a steak dinner at the bar at Dickie Brennan's restaurant.  Dickie Brennan's rallied tonight by mistakenly giving us the $45 steaks instead of the bar steaks that we ordered.  Yummy and enough for another meal tomorrow.  

HOME RUN.

P.S.  We did explore a Garden District cemetery while trying to find La B-o-u-l-a-n-g-e-r-i-e.  Interestingly, the area's fire brigades and some civic groups actually had crypts & mausoleums for their members.