We were in Panama City Beach for Thanksgiving. We visited Pensacola and I thought it was time to head home. Mary, remembering my parents’ story where my dad asked my mother how far it was on the map to their destination, my mother held up 2 fingers about an inch apart. At the time, it didn’t go well, but later we found it hilarious. Back to Mary, she held up 2 fingers about an inch apart and said, “You know, it’s only about this far to Louisiana, and a little bit more to New Orleans.” That’s the same way we ended up in Yellowstone National Park. So, on to New Orleans. The Visitor’s Center directed us to a great hotel. We’ve included a photo of the court yard outside our bedroom door. We walked around the French quarter, ate incredible food, listened to good music, and purchased framed prints by an artist with a unique New Orleans perspective. We visited an above ground cemetery. We took a boat tour and noted that the water line was above the roof tops of the homes just on the other side of the dyke holding back the river.
