I need a GPS for the bike, but I’ll get back to that.
As soon as you step onto Canal Street you know you’re in a different world. The energy. The scents – fine food, fine cigars and pot pull you in. After warming up with a little gumbo, I took the St. Charles streetcar into the Garden District for a foot tour of the district and the cemetery.
I’ve got photos of 30+ homes, including the famous – Sandra Bullock, John Goodman, the Mannings, Nic Cage, but damn if I know which is which.
I grabbed a shrimp po boy and a cigar, Romeo y Julietta #4, back along Canal Street, then headed back to camp.
A GPS Would be Nice
Back on the other side of the river I headed back to camp. Now it’s 16 turns and about 12 miles back to the state park, but two turns in I found myself on a bridge back across the river and wound up in the central business district – a maze of one way streets, closed streets, high rises, and construction. It took about half an hour and 4 stops to check my phone for directions to make it back to the bridge and then back across the Mississippi.
I’ve grown dependent on being able to use the phone GPS in an unfamiliar place. Not being able to do that on the bike can be tough.