Our hotel, just on across the street from the French Quarter. The rooms in this 1830's house are supposedly haunted, Unfortunately, our rooms were not in this building. Our building was beyond the pool and the courtyard.
T & MJ's room was inside a locked gate on the left. Our room was right on the street, without a deadbolt--#16, bottom floor. The room was nice, but I was a bit concerned about the proximity to the bars on Frenchman Street-about a block away. Other than some noise from people walking by late, we were not broken into or murdered.
This is my view when we take roadtrips with our friends.
We stopped for breakfast at Paul's Cafe at Ponchatula, LA. Small, clean, and 2 of the 8 daughters were working.
However, the bathroom was no bigger than an airplane lav. This was on the wall.
Slow driving today as we got caught in a big thunderstorm, with tornado warnings. We hid out for a while in a rest area, and spoke with a number of very interesting travelers. After a small hailstorm, the weather cleared a bit and we went out merry way. Poor T drove in and out of rain, I napped. John talked and MJ read. Finally made it to Jonesboro AR just after dark.