Spent a very comfortable night in a big soft bed. Great. At breakfast I made myself a huge waffle, and smothered it in maple syrup. Makes a change from pancakes, I hear you say. We were staying in the French Quarter which was untouched by the floods. I saw no signs of destruction, apparently it was about 5 miles away and is mostly rebuilt now. I decided to visit the Civil War Museum, a half hours walk away and enjoyed strolling, slowly, through New Orleans, observing its streets and inhabitants, as it gradually awakened. Very friendly people but very tourist orientated. I arrived at the Museum before opening time so sat on the steps and took my shoes off. The biggest black man you have ever seen, wearing a T-Shirt stating, 'Social Volunteer' , stopped and described someone he was looking for. I said I hadn't seen him and as he turned to go said 'You're not homeless are you?' I laughed and said 'No I was a tourist'. I know I haven't ironed my clothes for 6 weeks and I live in a tent but...... The Civil War Museum was old and musty and slanted towards the Confederate side. I was amazed at the smallness of their uniforms and hats. The guide agreed that they were men of small stature. I am told there is still ill-feeling in parts of the southern states and some say 'the war isn't over yet'. Afterwards, I watched a paddle steam ship cross the Mississippi and visited 'Cafe du Monde' again for another 'Beignet'. A farewell look at Bourbon Street then we headed back to camp in the van. Sean said, at one point, he looked round and we were all sleeping. We had Subways for dinner, so no cooking for anyone tonight. Managed to get all my laundry washed and dried, well I thought I should make an effort, get rid of the homeless look. It is very hot in the tent tonight, with a lot of creepy crawlies about. Enjoyed my two days off but it takes you out of the 'zone'. Back in harness tomorrow, another 75 mile day looms..... loving it still.....
