A tale of two Sundays

Carol is still weak and elects to remain in the room to regain her strength.  CJ decides to return to his youth and take a good old-fashioned street car ride.  New Orleans has the same street cars (trolleys) as they had in Pittsburgh during the 50's and 60's.

 

Of the numerous NOLO routes he elects the one crossing the Garden District down St. Charles St. It's likely the most interesting and picturesque route.  It runs through Lee Circle only a block from the WWII Museum, through a number of small commercial neighborhoods of restaurants and small businesses before entering a long stretch of beautiful mansions, quaint small homes, and churches.

 

 

 

At the far end the three attractions are Tulane University, Loyola University and the huge Audubon Park. Under better circumstances we'd be out hiking Audubon Park.  It's a 350 acre park that extends all the way to the Mississippi River and includes an 18-hole golf course, two mile walking track and zoo. From the trolley it looks like a great area to explore.

For some reason, CJ's trolley doesn't go all the way to the end of the line but turns back to the city shortly after passing the park and universities.

 

Exiting the trolley back at the foot of Bourbon St. CJ once again walks the French Quarter. There is significant river traffic today. and the usual craziness in Jackson Square and along Bourbon St.

 

 

 

 

 

Carol finally ventures out for dinner where we're one evening late for the entertainment. From CJ's window seat he can see the burned out hulk of the car that caught fire during last evening's dinner service. The restaurant had to evacuated diners from the room we're in and close the pocket doors for safety.

This evening's dinner at R'Evolution begins with a crispy sweetbreads appetizer.  Carol has a redfish and crawfish Napoleon, crawfish boulette in an oyster stew.  Both delicious.

 

Decades ago Chef Roberta Donna served us the best single sea scallop we've ever eaten.  Tonight the sea scallop and foie gras dish erases the magnificent memory of that scallop of long ago.

 The wine list in this place was amazing; and with amazing prices. The cellar leaves no world class wine unexplored and some in vertical's never before seen on a restaurant wine list. At these prices the poor folk have to drink wine by the very expensive glass and sip slowly.

The return walk takes us back down Bourbon St. by evening and to the Roosevelt Hotel Christmas display.