After ten days and more than 2,900 miles behind us, we have reached the farthest point from home, the lovely and humid New Orleans. Today we didn't have any emotionally evocative experiences, but not every day has to be so serious. This is our vacation, after all.
Our view for most of the past few days has pretty much been this.
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| the open road in the South |
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| The home of the King |
We started the day at Graceland - why else come to Memphis, the ducks? Graceland is a large home, but not unbelievably so, and we only took about 45 minutes to get thru the house and mediation garden, where the King is laid to rest. The audio tour is excellent, which is good because a tour guide would be hopeless...there is no room for a guide AND a bunch of shuffling tourists. The house wasn't built as a museum.
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| Mr. and Mrs. Presley, you have a lovely living room |
The Jungle Room is cool, especially the green shag rug on the ceiling.
The TV Room is cool in yellow and navy blue, but what is with the white monkey on the table?
The racquetball court is unreal, with the walls covered from floor to 25 foot ceiling with gold and platinum records.
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| Did you enjoy the tour? Thank you very much... |
And the JUMPSUITS!
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| Yes, Steve wishes this was his closet |
There is certainly more to see at Graceland, including a car museum and the King's airplanes, but we had many miles to go today, so we took off to the south.
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| Yes, the plane is called the "Lisa Marie" |
Somewhere on the road thru Mississippi, we saw this obelisk - what the heck?
Next stop was Jackson, Mississippi, near Pearl, the hometown of our good friend from Brooklyn, David H. We stopped at the state capitol building of course, so a little southern photo op.
Our destination for the day was New Orleans, which we hit in the late afternoon. We walked thru French Quarter, taking in the sights (and smells) of Bourbon Street. It was crowded, loud and bright, and we saw a gay pride parade, so it was kind of like being in New York, but even more humid. We got caught out in a little rain, and had some coffee and beignets at Cafe du Monde, a typical tourist time in the Big Easy.
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| Bourbon Street as few see it, in daylight |
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| No, we did not partake of any of the magic green elixir |
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| On the banks of Old Man River |
Tomorrow we are off to Texas. Time to sign off, and we will talk to you tomorrow!
