Our second day in New Orleans started out dreary and storming. I woke up wondering why Rachael was typing so goddamn loud on her computer, only to realize it was the rain pounding on our roof. I wanted to go to the New Orleans Museum of Art, and we took advantage of a break in the deluge to start with the sculpture garden. In our opinion, it was the best part of the museum. The sculptures were beautifully plotted along the grounds to be shown to their best advantage and complimented by the nature.
This one made us think of some sort of post-apocalyptic world where aliens had broken off the tip of the Washington monument and smashed it into the ground.
Freaky monkey-human hybrids.
This one looked an awful lot like Christ to me, but it was titled something ambiguous like “standing man”.
The actual museum was underwhelming. They did have a few great works by Picasso, Manet, Monet, and Degas.
But mostly it was ho-hum. The woman at the front desk said I couldn’t miss the exhibit they had on the World’s Fair when it was hosted in New Orleans in the 1930’s, so we made a tour through. The only thing I learned from the exhibit is that I never want to go to a World’s fair if it’s going to resemble that dreadfully boring collection of ugly old furniture.
We wrapped up our visit by walking a little into the park to the café Monday Call. We sat inside and watched the rain while enjoying our beignets and coffee.
The beignets at Café du Monde were better, but Monday Call was so much quieter, and prettily situated in the park.
It would have been lovely outdoor seating on a sunny day.