Like we did last year, the four of us caught a streetcar down to French Quarter Festival on its last day. It was absolutely beautiful out; we all actually needed jackets!
Rory fell asleep on me on our way down there, and Riley cozied up to me as well. Then they both insisted on being carried when we arrived on Canal Street. The ride tired them out, but they perked up when we got back out into the sunshine.
We walked over to Woldenberg Park and found a small patch of grass in front of the Abita Stage. We didn’t stay out there too long, but Kenny and I each had a couple of beers, and we heard a tiny bit of the Dixie Cups and Raw Oyster Cult.
We caught another streetcar back to our car and then went to Nola and Nopsi’s for Sunday dinner.
Such a nice day!
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