|Marsha and Harry's||
About two a.m. I awoke to Thunder and Lighting and the accompanying sound of rain on the roof. Sometimes as a kid I would sit on the front porch with my Dad and we would count the seconds between the thunder and lighting together. That coupled with the more current memories of nights sleeping on the porch at Cummington while the thunder reverberates off the hillsides and the lightning illuminating the trees accounts for why I just feel all warm and fuzzy when I hear a storm like that no matter where I am.
We had a lazy morning and didn’t head out until around 10:30 am when we headed back to the World War II museum to finish up looking at the exhibits that we had neither time nor energy for yesterday. Harry commented that he had been watching World War II films and documentaries for years but that the exhibits and films in the museum helped him to see the big picture and the relationships between the European War and the War in the Pacific. If was also made clear to us that D-Day was in many respects just the beginning of the fight. I was moved by the individual soldier’s stories of their actual experiences.
Looking in on the Commander's Palace dining room
On the advice of friends, and feeling the need jump head first into superb eating, we went to the Commanders Palace restaurant in the Garden District for Jazz Brunch. Impeccable service coupled with divine food. The menu offered complete meals, with an appetizer entree and dessert. Not cheap, but each dish was the best of its class. At one point our waiter came to check our satisfaction with our deserts and stopped and said to me that he didn't need to ask as he had seen the “oh my, this is wonderful” expression on my face. Below are pictures and descriptions from the menu of the four different dishes we had.
All graves are above ground. Multiple bodies are buried in each tomb.
After brunch we strolled through the Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 across the street in a futile attempt to walk off our wonderful brunch. We learned one myth about the above ground cemeteries in New Orleans: they were not above ground because of the high water table. Rather, it was a custom copied from the French who had double-decker cemeteries to increase the number of burial plots available in land tight cemeteries.
After bunch and the cemetery, we drove back to the French Quarter where Harry dropped Marsha off so she could explore and so he could go back to our accommodations to work on photographs.