A day off means sleeping in as long as possible and getting the laundry done. That taken care of, we headed into town. Our hotel was across the Mississippi River from downtown, but the hotel made it easy to get there by providing a shuttle to a little ferry that made the crossing to the French Quarter every half hour or so. Bob, Sig and I headed out in search of a brunch place Bob had read about, but so had many others, so Bob searched his mental rolodex and we were off to the Louisiana Pizza Kitchen for lunch. After a fine pie and fine beverage we were off exploring, Sig went off to find a museum, Bob and I to the market to buy crayfish or “mudbugs” to send back to Seattle. Then we roamed the streets looking into shops for trinkets and taking in the street performers. Some zydeco music caught our attention so we went into the coolness, sat down for a drink and to listen to the music. After awhile the band started to play more old top 40 hits instead of zydeco, so we moved on search of more authentic music. The Storyville Jazz Club farther down on Bourbon Street was playing music to our liking, so we settled in again to listen. We needed to rest from all the cycling and listening to music was the perfect way to accomplish that and play tourist at the same time.
For dinner that night we went to Mr. B’s Bistro for fish, not as great as the steak the night before, but it was a treat the be waited on in a nice place and have wonderful food and wine. Then it was back to Storyville for more music. They had four or five bands playing throughout the day so when we went back it was very different and better music. We stayed fairly late, caught the last shuttle back to the hotel, and called it a night.