We left the Texas heat and headed for New Orleans.
Many hours later we approached the Crescent City in the late night darkness. We saw a fat flying saucer (the Astrodome) and happy people partying in the French Quarter.
The next morning we took a short city tour and sipped coffee with white-powdered beignets. It’s what us tourists do here.
We also drove around the 9th ward to see what was left of Hurricane Katrina. Some houses are still damaged and boarded but most seem fine now.
Next week will be the sixth anniversary of the night that ravaged this city.
The Saint Louis Cathedral on Jackson Square is our nations’s oldest. It lifts one’s soul to step inside.
An attendant told me her job is to keep visitors quiet (“This is a working church!”) and, to keep them from spilling their drinks.
The next morning we would be returning to the Sunshine State.
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