day 3 was the day of traveling along the periphery of nola. i woke up pretty early to catch the 81 bus to the end of the line in st. bernard parish (south of the lower 9th ward), which also was one of the areas hit worst by katrina. at the time, i had no idea.
we then walked a mile and a half to our destination. it was crazy how when a train is crossing a street there are no bars to stop the cars from driving over. instead, the train just honks and cars race over until the very last moment. it was nerve-wracking. overall, it was a very pleasant walk. very small town southern feel. most of the land was just big empty lots sprinkled with few businesses. i felt like i was right out of the movie 'the outsiders,' one of my all time favorites.
i actually almost walked past the chalmette battlefield, operated by the nps and part of lafitte national park. you were only greeted by the sign below and had to walk a long dirt driveway. chalmette battlefield is where the battle of new orleans was fought during the 1812 war (though the battle was fought in 1814-15). this battle also allowed andrew jackson to become a household name. he was the american general during the battle. his war-hero reputation definitely helped him become president. in the end, thousands of brits died, while only twenty american died.
fortunately, it was a beautiful clear day.
the door into the chalmette memorial.
the malus-beauregard plantation house (c. 1830s)
view of the mississippi river.
also on the site is chalmette national cemetery. most of the graves are of civil war soldiers, but there are a few from the spanish-american war, wwI, wwII, and the vietnam war. it was surprising to see just how many graves were unidentified and just said 'u.s. soldier.'
it's crazy to think that the tree is probably older than the cemetery.
after, we made our way back to the french quarter. it took a while for a bus to come. there was a parade in the middle of the street. i came to conclude that it was probably part of the mardi gras celebration (it starts january 6). the french quarter is just so wonderful. i wish i could go back and explore some more. we also stopped at the french market to buy some little momentos. this day, the quarter was much crazier. who knew so many people would be swayed by the rain.
of course i had to stop at cc's again for the white chocolate latte, and some king cake.
the we made the long-ish walk to the warehouse district where the national world war II museum is. i knew i had to see it when i found out it was funded by the smithsonian. they are so good at museums. i love how interactive they are and how they use and present space. the exhibits are not just about the artifacts but how they design the "negative space." it was a bit expensive, $24 for an adult, but so worth it.
the main artery of new orleans.
a little beauty i walked by.
some of my favorite exhibits were on the personal items returned to family after young soldiers' deaths, the enigma, the battle of the bulge exhibit, the victory garden, and the sprinkling of powerful photojournalism throughout the museum. like i have said before, i have such respect for wartime photojournalism.
there was a little area where you could dress up as propaganda posters (the other one was rosie the riveter)
the air war exhibit is such a great example of using up negative space. this "hole" in the airplane hangar showed war planes flying by. another great example is the battle off the bulge exhibit where they had fake snow falling in a forested area with a war car in camouflage.
the air room
the victory garden, where i learned about how broccoli grows. such a strange looking plant. who knew.
then i made my way back to the french quarter. what can i say, i like it so much. i wanted to see the french quarter at night without all the rain. we went to eat at the market cafe. it was actually our first day eating indoors, it was a nice change. we shared a bowl of gumbo, a shrimp po' boy, and a mufalletta. it is an italian/new orleanian sandwich with mufalletta bread, cold cut meat, provolone, and an olive salad spread.
and one more walk through bourbon street. it was crazy this day. so many drunk people...
now for a song! "i'll come running back to you," by sam cooke.