Back in September 2001, Greg had promised me a trip to New Orleans. Everything was booked - flights, hotel. Then 9/11 happened and our trip was cancelled. He promised me a raincheck. Ten years later, I cashed in that raincheck and even managed to knock out another state while doing so.
This was a great weekend to a great town. And it was worth the wait.
Just the two of us. Bourbon Street. Loads of window shopping. More food than I thought a hungry truck driver could eat. And a half marathon around scenic City Park. Damn fine coffee and beignets at the famed Cafe Dumonde post-race. Listening to carolers in the historic french market district where they passed out sheet music and candles. Perfect.
Cafe Dumond post-race for beignets piled high with powdered sugar and cafe au laits. Mmmm!
Christmas card-worthy picture at The Roosevelt Hotel. Wow, what a beautiful place!
Bourbon Street lit up at night - just magical!
Race report will follow soon!