In the evening, I set out to explore Cape Girardeau with my daughter and her cousins, Katherine and Joshua. We headed downtown and parked by the flood wall. The Mississippi was high, and there was only a narrow walk between the wall and the river.
Here’s one of the openings in the flood wall. I’m guessing the doors are attached when the river reaches a certain level. Katherine is in the chair with her brother and cousin behind her.
The inland side of the wall was painted with a series of murals depicting the history of Cape Girardeau. Each mural had a marker explaining the painting.
This was my personal favorite — Grant and some other general arguing about which one of them was in charge of the army in Cape Girardeau. History doesn’t get much more exciting than that.
We wandered up the street a ways to see what there was to see.
I’m not sure if this is a real ghost sign or a fake one painted to create atmosphere.
Empty storefronts in town are filled with works by local artists. Apparently, this one was created by a very angry artist. (You can click on it a couple times to make it larger.)