Third Day's a Charm

If it shocks you that day three in the Big Easy began with a sleep in, then you must be a first time reader. So welcome to my silly little blog. 

On the way to catch the trolley we stopped in at iHop. It was a fairly decent breakfast. 

After breakfast Anna, Kyra and I jumped on the trolley. 

The ride had us in completely genuine, definitely one hundred percent not fake stitches.  

Our stop was by the Robert E. Lee statue. 

Then we crossed the street to the National WWII Museum.  

Most time spent in the Road to Berlin exhibition. 

Images of death and destruction reminders of the sobering, violent legacy of war. Wedged between stories of betrayal, heroism and harrowing defeat stood the optimism of a fourteen year old. 

"But where there is hope there is life." Anne Frank

The mood lifted as we made our way to Magazine Street. Strolling past boutiques seemed fun... 

until we rolled up to the sweetest little shop. 

Anna was still full from iHop, but Kyra and I seized the opportunity to devour a couple of cupcakes. 

Sometimes when you no longer have a cupcake to hold, you hold a plant instead. 

Next was the daily nap. Setting alarms meant we didn't sleep until it was almost the following day. 

We became Frenchman Street explorers for part of that evening. It came recommended by the server who gave me the one cocktail that got me drunk. Looking back maybe it was the intoxication that made the expectation of Frenchman more appealing than the reality. 

There was an awesome band delivering awesome jazz tunes to the patrons of the night. If I hadn't spend my cash tipping other street performers their group performance definitely would've earned a few singles. 

We found a cute cafe for dinner. The food much better than the service. 

After Frenchmen came our regular New Orleans nightspots on Bourbon Street. First was Cats Meow where the MC was pretty stoked to see us. This time they had the privilege of hearing renditions of two songs. Kyra and I sang Blank Space and Man, I Feel Like a Woman. 

We scored some pretty solid cheers and found some new groupies. 

Then of course we tore up the Bandstand dance floor before tearing into some loaded fries at the little bar across the street from our hotel. The night was getting on in age, so it was time for sleep. The next day would prove we should've perhaps thought about getting a little more shuteye.