Being a tourist in your own city
Tatjana’s mother leaves this coming Wednesday and so we took her to the French Quarter to go for a buggy ride and have beignets at Cafe du Monde – touristy things worth doing. We got in a white buggy with a white horse that said Just Married on the back and drove around for thirty minutes as I sweated profusely holding Tin wiggling on my lap. Tin was have none of this ride. And I was about to have none of it myself. But the guy operating the buggy was a real nice guy even though the historical overview left much to be desired. Afterwards Tin got to feed the horse carrots, which was all he liked about it.
