The only real thing we had on our agenda for our final day was the Insectarium. Beyond that we were just planning on winging it. We started off with some brunch. There's a nice place on St Peter street called the Old Coffee Pot. We had tried to go there two nights before, but we showed up about 20 minutes before they closed. Well we made it this time and the food was, like most food we've had in New Orleans, amazing.
Aaron had steak and eggs, and Kaylea had some blintes. They're basically crepes with cream in the middle. Kaylea's came out first, and Aaron got a small bowl of gumbo for the wait. It was on the house. Five star reviews were given. We talked about how a New Orleans restaurant would clean up in a place like Dallas. Every meal we've had has been on point. That includes the street vendors. We just can't think of a place where we've had better food.
From there, it was a short walk to the Insectarium. On the way, we decided to stop at a Walgreen's for some snacks in preparation for tomorrow's drive. We also had to stop to buy a CD from a street performer. The guy was rocking a violin and a loop pedal, and we needed some more entertainment for the drive.
The Insectarium was interesting. There were cockroaches as big as your hand. We pet a tarantula. Aaron ate a chocolate chip cricket cookie. You read that right. A cricket cookie. It wasn't that bad. The cookie masked the taste and texture of the cricket. However, several minutes after eating it, Aaron felt like he had cricket in his teeth.
The grand finale of the Insectarium was the butterfly garden. There were signs everywhere that read "Please do not touch or hold the butterflies". We obliged, and we watched every adult try to get as close as possible to touching the butterfly without touching it. We think they were hoping it would crawl on to their finger, and they would be able to say "It wasn't me! The thing just landed on my finger!" It was a real I'm-not-touching-you situation, except with full grown adults. Sure, Kaylea not so secretly wished that a monarch butterfly would land on her, blessing her with its presence, but she didn't shove her her finger in it's face trying to force it to happen. Despite all that, the butterfly garden was beautiful.
By then it was about nap time. We walked back to our hotel our room, hoping to get some rest. The wedding in the courtyard outside our window had different plans. May seems to be a popular time to get married. It was a beautiful wedding. Had we packed for it, we might have just jumped in to the party. But it seemed pretty upscale. Aaron's t-shirt and jeans probably wouldn't have made the cut.
Eventually the music stopped, the wedding moved inside, and we were able to get some rest. By the time we woke up and got out of the hotel again most of the stores had started closing. There was one place off Jackson square that Kaylea wanted to go to. Luckily we made it there with enough time for Kaylea to try a few things on while Aaron wandered around the street aimlessly. Kaylea found a dress that was made of the exact fabric of the shaw she was wearing. Same pattern and everything. It was kind of crazy. Eventually Aaron got bored and went back to the shop Kaylea was in. She quickly picked something out and we left the store. But as soon as we walked on to the street, it started raining.
We quickly ducked in to another small store to look for an umbrella. We ended up paying $8 for what very well might be the smallest umbrella we've ever owned. It helped a little bit, but it probably wasn't going to do the job of keeping us dry on our way back to the hotel. Also, we still needed dinner. We walked one block, Kaylea picked a random resteraunt, and we sat down. Once again the food was amazing. Its going to be tough to beat New Orleans' food. Every random place we stopped at was better than most places we go to in DFW.
After our meal it was back to the hotel to pack, blog, and sleep. We're planning on a roughly 11 hour drive along the coast, and we didn't want to have to write in the car. Tomorrow we head to Orlando. Stay tuned folks!
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