Samuel, Rain, San Antonio
And fall they did, just after we saw the phrase on The Alamo’s flag.
This is a visual travelogue of the past few days–San Antonio during Fiesta!, which is like Christmas–colorful ribbons everywhere, houses and businesses decorated, drinking in the streets. And it rained on and off, but we had fun anyway.
Then we took the overnight train to NoLa, a ride fraught with frightening swayings and stoppings of the train so sleep wasn’t possible. We immediately got ripped off by the taxi driver who drove us from the train station to the B&B–we didn’t notice the meter wasn’t running, so there you go.
Our B&B is lovely, the 1896 O’Malley House, and they provided the first decent coffee we’ve had all trip. On the proprietor’s recommendation, we took the Canal Street cable car to the Vieux Carré for some official Café du Monde beignets; we also took his recommendation for dinner at a hot new hole-in-the-wall called The Green Goddess, and you can see for yourself what happened. Laissez les rain clouds roulez!
Masonic plaque, Alamo (who knew?)
Alamo Memorial and tourist trap, Alamo Plaza
The Riverwalk, tolerable because of the rain (fewer tourists)
Fiesta hat, Fiesta party at El Mercado
these lights are changed to Fiesta colors for the duration
City planters with Fiesta ribbons (all over town)
Cactus flower buds, San Antonio Botanical Gardens
On a San Antonio bus
Girls practicing for folklorico parade, Crowning of El Rey Feo
Musket volley, "This Hallowed Ground" ritual, Alamo
Crossed swords at another King ritual, Alamo
Fiesta ribbons, King William district
Then we took the train heading for Louisiana, and this is what we saw:
Muddy waters (from train window), Louisiana
Small town float storage, from train window
Crossing the Mighty Mississippi
Cable car down Canal Street
Voodoo Mart, chain store
All those white spots are powdered sugar from beignet eaters, Cafe du Monde
Riverside, New Orleans
Store in French Quarter
Apartment, French Quarter
Mardi Gras man collecting tips, French Quarter
Our dessert at the Green Goddess Cafe, French Quarter: a bacon caramel sundae
Our table and adjacent alley at the Green Goddess about two minutes after the sundae was eaten
Ducked under a doorway with strangers, waiting for storm to abate. It didn't.
I love beignets, but a bacon caramel sundae?! Hmmmm.
This is amazing, I did know some of the New Orleans spots.
sorry forgot to ask, see any vampires?