Ray pulled their car into the hotel parking garage late in the evening exhausted from the long drive. After they had unpacked, Ray ordered room service. They were too tired to fight the crowds to find …show more content…
She found them in the side pocket. They decided to walk the short distance to Café Du Monde as the day was sunny warm but not too humid. A beautiful day.
The last time they were here was years ago. Strolling past bizarre shops and unusual boutiques they got absorbed in the flavor and excitement of the city stopping occasionally to admire the French and Spanish colonial architecture that was distinctive to New Orleans.
Casey marveled at how long some of these buildings had stood, many from the 1700s. “Hey, Ray. The plaque on this building says that the French Market opened its doors in 1791. It’s the oldest public market in the country. Can you imagine how many people have walked down these same corridors?”
“All I care about is finding Café du Monde. I think we’ll find it at the other end of the market, and that’s where I’m going.”
The French Market was full of customers browsing the different vendors from spices, sauces, jewelry, clothing and gifts. It offered rare products both local and international. Casey stopped to buy fresh fruit when they walked through the local produce section as a snack for later in the