Super 8 - Covington
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... speed wireless at the hotel was definitely a plus! They also had a café available during the day to enjoy a coffee while you work. I was exhausted and decided to take a brief nap before enjoying the nightlife.
We had dinner on our own this evening. I was anxious to experience more music so I grabbed a slice of pizza (boring, I know) and hit the jazz clubs. One of our vouchers was for Preservation Hall. The Preservation Hall Stars were performing ...
... bar was the cocktail the Hurricane, as in "Give me a hurricane before I go insane" Alan Jackson's lyric should have been "Give me a hurricane and THEN I'll go insane". After two each, all my companions suffered from selective amnesia, completely forgetting both The Deadwood Stage choral performance they gave in the early afternoon as well as the bar where they so miserably failed to do the song any justice. I was remarkably the soberest of the party, which readers who ...
... just me and my darling wife, whom I never would have met had I listened to the nay sayers along the way. Deanne received her own significant tattoo later on Frenchman Street from "Downtown" tattooist Justin, who drew her a Fleur de Lis atop a crossroad. This symbol connected Deanne to her liberated youth in France when she worked on a boat that bore the same emblem. It also connects her to New Orleans where the Fleur de Lis is the local symbol, and ...
... stay in our rocking chairs on the porch. Yikes, back inside, the mosquitoes are out and hungry.
Tomorrow we are taking a tour of Laura plantation and may go into Baton Rouge. Lots of graveyards around so hope to get some rubbings but not here as it is a graveyard for the family of the slave owners. I will consciously try to keep in mind and pay tribute to the poor people who were enslaved and suffered so.
... selling everything from purses and jewelry to Mardi Gras masks and voodoo dolls; and food vendors selling anything you might be hungry (or not) for.
We bought a few small treasures and then move toward the French Quarter, the oldest neighborhood in New Orleans.
We walked down ...