What you see in the photo is a from-the-car shot while we were driving into NOLA -- it's the bayou, and we were driving along an interstate highway that, for miles and miles, was set on pilings. It's a wet place!
We've had coffee at Cafe du Monde (bought some coffee and beignet mix to bring home, Max and Olivia!), visited the Absinthe Museum (got you a postcard, Kristen!), went for a riverboat ride down the Mississippi, listened to jazz on Bourbon Street, and watched "All About Eve" projected onto the side of the Clover Grill while drinking beer on the sidewalk. Clover Grill burgers! Fried under a hub cap! Awesome!
Tomorrow is Habitat day, as is Thursday; hope to have photos of our work there. Just had a lovely chat with one of our hosts, who told us a bit about life after Katrina: no mail service for over a year, an hour's drive to buy groceries, a three-day wait to have a prescription filled. And they were lucky: the French Quarter was the "sliver on the river" that wasn't terribly damaged by Katrina or by the subsequent levee failures, and their cleanup was minimal. For the rest of the city -- 80% of which was under water -- there was a lot of work, which continues today, nearly five years later.
As I said, it's a wet place.
Postcard Schmostcard! Bring me Absinthe!
ReplyDeleteNow, you know that's illegal. Why would you think that, in a city where you can drink on the street and smoke in the clubs and reveal your breasts for beads and are only asked to leave your guns outside the government buildings, I'd be able to find absinthe? Tsk.
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