D-Day Museum and French Quarter Festival
Apr 09, 2008
Apr 14, 2008
After spending quite a few hours meditating on war and its effects, we once again entered the spring sun and fresh cheerful air
. We boarded another street car, this time for the Riverwalk, from where we walked to the St. Louis Cathedral to indulge in the cajun and french delicacies available for us at the French Quarter festival. The soulful jazz pulsated through the air as we wandered from booth to booth deliberating over which morsels to try. My husband and I happily settled for blackened fish sandwiches, while my mom and dad indulged in barbecued shrimp sandwiches, and then, the ultimate delight was to be had...there was a crepe stand!!!! I savored every bite of my nutella crepe, while my family trekked towards the Ben and Jerry's cart for a refreshing desert.
On the whole, the day was incredibly satisfying. We soaked in the creole culture through our pores, as our eyes recorded the sights of creole-french architecture with the rod iron handrails flanking balcony after balcony, and the vibrant corals and turquoise painted facades of history.
We began our day at the Cafe du Monde in the French Market for beignets...the puffy french fried donuts without holes that New Orleanians treasure as a breakfast staple. From there, we rode the street car to Lee's Circle to visit the D-Day Museum. My late grandfather has a floor brick dedicated to his service in World War II, so we first hunted that down, and then we proceeded to view the poignant exhibits outlining the final days of the war. We viewed soldier's uniforms, mess kits, and weaponry from the war, as well as photographs taken on the beaches of Normandy, penicillin vials, and many short films documenting some of the most crucial moments of the war. My heart was heavy as I left the place, contemplating all of the horrific events that occurred daily during this awful international conflict.