Recently, we visited Louisiana.
We spent a whole day exploring New Orleans, wandering the French Quarter. We crossed Lake Pontchartrain to get there over a 25 mile long bridge!
Everywhere was evidence of the festivities the night before. Beads hung from railings. Cigarette butts and wrappers littered the streets. The smell of stale beer and fried food clung to the air.
The sidewalks were damp from shop owners hosing them down in preparation for the new day.
We visited Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo.
She was a renowned voodoo practitioner in New Orleans in the 1800’s.
We picked up a spell for fast money but have yet to set it in a campfire.
Someone tried to hustle Vin for a shoeshine but we managed to escape dingy.
We spent some time napping in Louis Armstrong park, watching the ducks and listening to the sounds of the day.
In the evening, we met up with family. Vin’s great-nephew, his wife and their new son live in East New Orleans and they invited us for dinner. It was a lovely evening.
We moved a little further east to Alabama and then stopped in Florida to see my aunt. Now we’re in South Carolina and then on to North Carolina to see Nancy!