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Cup o’ the Day: Cafe Du Monde

So here is my cup for today:

It requires two pictures so it can explain itself a little.
WAY back before we had kiddos, my husband and I went to New Orleans. It was the first time (and only so far) for both of us. Not only was this pre-kids, but this was pre-Katrina. I believe it was March 2005, but my memory is not as reliable as it once was.
We were only there for a couple of days, but we did go to Bourbon Street one night. Of course that was fun, but what I really remember was walking around the French Quarter and going to Jackson Square. The architecture there is well known, but until you see it in person, you can’t really grasp the beauty of it. 
We also took a carriage ride to see the more of the French Quarter and some of the cemeteries. It is (was?) such a beautiful and unique city – a little stinky during our visit, but beautiful nonetheless.
Tres magnifique, no?

It’s kind of strange to describe a city where so many of the residents live in poverty as “beautiful”, so maybe the juxtaposition of the unique architecture with the living conditions makes it tragically so – especially now. 

Before we visited, I didn’t realize that this particular architecture is really only in the French Quarter and that the rest of the city looks very different. The Garden District has amazingly beautiful Victorian style homes, but the downtown area has modern high rise buildings. Oh, and Saint Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square is something you just don’t get to see in the US.
In the middle of our walking tour we stopped at Cafe Du Monde for some coffee and beignets. Even the coffee shops in New Orleans are interesting! That was my first beignet – super yummy. We thought a coffee cup from Cafe Du Monde would be an apropos souvenir. I’m hoping it wears well over time… I don’t think we bought anything else. 

1 thought on “Cup o’ the Day: Cafe Du Monde

  1. You forgot to mention all the beads your husband earned that night on Bourbon Street…(for some reason I could only post this as “Anonymous”. This is me, your husband)

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