So we are standing on the river walk looking out over the main square in the French Quarter. My son is very impressed by the huge statue of a man on horseback that has pride of place in the center of the plaza.
"Who do you think that could be?" I ask him.
"Abraham Lincoln?" he guesses.
"In New Orleans? I don't think so, sweetheart."
"I'll give you a hint," says his aunt. "This place is called Jackson Square. Now do can you guess?"
"Jackson Pollock?" he asks.
(Brief interlude while my sister and I help each other up off the ground where we have collapsed in hysterics.)
"Actually, it's Andrew Jackson." I tell him.
"Oh."
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LOL. I wander past that very statue nearly once a day. ROFL, great post!
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That's priceless!
I am less than 100 miles from Jackson Square. Wish you'd called!
Was it hot enough for you in the Quarter?
Your child's comment is priceless!
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