
My impressions of the city, pre-arrival, were based upon the novels of Anne Rice as well as a travel memoir by Robert Heinlein which included a description by him (in the 1950s) of a visit there. Not much to base expectations upon, but it was a buzzy layer in the back of my mind regardless. Needless to say, many things were much different there than I had expected.
I didn't get to the Garden District, nor were we able to ride the streetcars (unfortunately they were off line for repairs), so I think I missed a lot of the "old South" of the city, with manor houses and such like, which I did really expect. On the other hand, the French Quarter had tiny narrow streets, a lot of iron railings on the upper stories of the buildings, and the open doors of the shops poured their air conditioning into the streets. (My grandmother would have had a stroke about the waste.)
I did see, on the way to and from the airport, a huge old cemetery with all the above-ground tombs. It is very unusual, one could say, from a midwesterner where a half-dozen tombs are the maximum in our cemeteries, where people are otherwise put in the ground.

I did not know that beignets were the shape of pillows (for some reason I imagined donut holes). They are covered with powdered sugar and since they are deep fried and served while still hot, quite tasty. Also, probably, they are something I don't need to eat more of. Once was definitely enough!
All in all, a worthwhile trip but if I ever go again, it will not be in July!
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