Yes, I can be counted on to be a good grandmother. When I am really cold and miserable, I'll step right up and say, "I'm cold. Let's go." Imagine this: 54 year old grandmother wearing pajamas covered with jeans, tee shirt, an extra pair of socks, gloves, wool coat, scarf. All that covered with a hot pink plastic rain poncho. And for the coup de grace: a shopping bag worn as a hat. There are no photos of me, none that I am aware of anyway.
I returned to the hotel with two of the kids because they were too cold to stand and wait for the parades. Along the way, I tried to snap a few pics of some of the sculptures on Poydras Street.
Richard saw this old truck and insisted on a photo. It's really well restored, don't you think?
Either the Cabildo or Presbytere building. They are identical and I took photos of both, so without being able to see a sign, I'm not sure which it is. Below is a photo of one of the watering troughs that are on the side of the street for the horses and mules that pull buggies for tours.
Artwork for sale at Jackson Square in front of St. Louis Cathedral.
Dusti and her friend hanging out with a couple of mimes.
And finally a couple of pics from our hotel window. The one above is of the city with a little traffic after the parades finished and the second one catches just a bit of the river and fireworks. All in all, a great little getaway.