Mission accomplished

This morning, Cas and I got out of bed, cleaned ourselves up and met up with Dad, Jane and Danny at our hotel.  Jeff, Reema and Jack had their breakfast closer to the place they were staying, and we had breakfast at Pere Antoine Restaurant.  We split three omelets between five people, and it worked out perfectly.  We were paying the check when Jeff  walked into the restaurant with Jack and Reema.  

In the time it took for us to get from the hotel to breakfast, we walked past several cool things- a courthouse of epic proportions, a few really neat courtyards, and about a million people whose fashion choices were questionable.  Dad and Dan stopped at a hat shop run by a company called Goorin Brothers, to which they are both very loyal customers.  There was a very spectacular half-price deal on dad’s absolute favorite hat.  We had actually searched for that exact hat online, only to arrive at the conclusion that it had been discontinued.  We’re pretty sure he may have found the last one of that particular hat in his size.  He had to have it.  Danny picked up a pair of hats, as well, leading us to the next place on the path, and the next- all of which put us just a little too late to get to the carousel bar in time to score a seat on the fancy, revolving bar stools.  No matter.  Apparently, Jack would not have been welcome to sit at the bar, anyhow.  Oh, to be 19... 

Nevertheless, Dad’s whole mission was to come to New Orleans and have a Hurricane at Pat O’Brien’s.  Mission accomplished.  I am currently a little too tired to tell the tale of the rest of today, so here’s a photo from this afternoon, and a promise for more later.  I will write about the rest of today in the morning, when my eyes are more likely to stay open.  

Here’s dad, wearing some beads and a sash Jane bought him.  He’s either a very good sport or a very kind sibling.  Jury’s still out: 

Photo album: https://photos.app.goo.gl/chay3CBSmG5aSwXr6