copperbadge:
So, this afternoon I went to the Presbytere and the Calibdo, which sound like a pair of alien vessels in a golden age scifi thriller.
The Presbytere is…interesting. The bottom floor is all a history of hurricane Katrina, everything from teddy bears found in the wreckage of the 9th ward flooding to film footage of the storm itself. It’s a sharp and creepy contrast to the second floor, which is entirely dedicated to Mardi Gras. I went there for the Mardi Gras exhibit and it was worth the $10 for the two museum tickets for just that exhibit alone – lots of gorgeous costumes, tons of film footage, and a great deal of really interesting history.
The Calibdo is a more general history of New Orleans – Native American and early European colonials on the ground floor. The second floor had a good exhibit on the Battle of New Orleans but honestly my favourite part of the Battle of New Orleans is the song.
I did find it…I’m torn between “amusing” and “inappropriate” that the third floor, which looks for all the world like an attic, is where they keep the exhibit on the Civil War and slave life in Louisiana.
But then my phone was dying, and I was feeling tired and a little dehydrated despite not actually being dehydrated, so I swung past Sucre for some more gelato and then came back to the hotel.
I’m not gonna lie, you guys, I’ve eaten a lot of good food and a lot of fancy cuisine courtesy of my company this week, and much of it has been better than the meal I just ate, but none of it has been more satisfying than the flatbread pepperoni pizza I had for dinner in the hotel restaurant tonight.
Now my roommate for the evening and I are watching Catch Me If You Can, marveling at the star cameos in this film. I’m going to have to catch the whole thing sometime. It’s one of the few heist films I haven’t seen in its entirety.
Tomorrow, the WWII Museum and the Ogden, and thence home. I’ve upped my goals from “do not break a limb” to also include “do not get a sunburn” with a side of “no brain amoebas”.
Even when I raise my standards I still like to keep them low.
Seconding the rec for the autobiography of the same name that the film Catch Me IF You Can was adapted from. Fiction like White Collar owes a hell of a lot to Frank Abagnale. TBH, I’d only not recced it to you before because I was certain you’d’ve read it already.