City Park

Two more quick posts about our trip, and then I'll leave y'all alone about it.

Ellie and I took a streetcar to City Park one of the days. The streetcar goes down Canal Street and it reminds me a lot of Market Street in San Francisco (both the streetcar and the street itself).

We took the streetcar all the way down to the end of the line, which is at the New Orleans Museum of Art. We didn't go in to the Museum of Art, but we did walk around the grounds, which had sculptures to look at. And I did get some pictures!

The first thing we saw were some statues sitting on benches. Here I am with my new boyfriend:

He was okay, but kind of boring.

We also saw a version of that famous LOVE  sculpture:

And we saw an enormous safety pin. Someone left it open, which Ellie and I agreed was unsafe:

[[THIS PART IS NOW CENSORED BECAUSE IT OFFENDED GREG'S DELICATE SENSIBILITIES]]

We played at the playground for a long time, and Ellie had a great time climbing some trees that had forked trunks that were very low to the ground. Here's a section of City Park that's covered with trees. Beautiful.

It would have been nice to see the small amusement park they have on the grounds, but it was closed with no word about why. I'm assuming it's because of Katrina, but I don't know for sure. We decided to head back to the hotel.

On the way back, the streetcar we were on was malfunctioning or something, because the driver made us all get off and wait for the next streetcar. There were a bunch of us waiting on this tiny strip in between the tracks and I didn't quite realize that there is no physical barrier between you and the streetcar so it's up to you to get out of its way. Ellie and I were hanging out on the opposite side of the track from where our streetcar would be and just as some ringing started to enter into my consciousness, a man walked up behind me and said, "Watch the streetcar, miss." I turned around and saw the streetcar, alarm sounding, coming right at me. I jumped out of the way and grabbed Ellie to push her out of the way. It was really close, and it sure didn't seem like that streetcar would have stopped. I thanked the guy enthusiastically and was quite rattled the rest of the way back.

We were exhausted after that, so we hung out in the hotel and watched the Kiera Knightley version of Pride and Prejudice, which Ellie fell in love with. Oh, Mr. Darcy!