It was our first run on the Streetcar on St Charles which is our route to the French District and Canal Street and the rest. They give no change if paying by cash and accept no card on board, but they let us on and someone we chatted with at the tram-stop unnecessarily but generously bought us tickets. We were off to the National WWII Museum which is apparently the most visited collection in New Orleans. Megan went through the Pacific galleries. The presentations were pretty realistic and reliable but a close shave with Vietnam and endless WW2 movies in my childhood had me retreating to a canteen and an opportunity to chat again with locals, at least a family of visitors from Colorado, working and retired academics. It's interesting to talk with this class, informed and lucid as they are. I feel a more international view in the US these days, having read an article on younger generations who are chasing up nationalities of parents and grandparents when they are available. It's a change from that famous New Yorker cover of the view over Fifth Ave, Central Park and beyond. We ended the WW2 museum with a gallery of hanging planes and a temporary exhibit of Hitler's degenerate art which was occasionally trivial but often quite profound and effective, not least when picturing the results of the preceding world war. Not sure I agree with Hitler on that one!!! And let's hope for no more cascading wars.
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