...thirsty.
We took the ferry over to the other side of town, to Algiers Point, to watch the sunset. And here for the first time it felt like being in the deep south with the sound of the cicadas (i think), big porches in front of the houses (completely empty though) and a lot of exotic trees. We found the first information about slave-trade in the 1700's, the Africans were hold here until they recovered enough (after the trip from Africa) to be dispatched across the river to be sold. Horrible stuff and also a bit sad that the city doesn't inform more about it.It's just jazz and Mardi-Gras Carnival-masks and Voodoo and get-drunk-on-bourbon-Street, tourist-attractions and fun.
Bourbon Street.
Hard to avoid: girls without clothes.
You just have to accept them, they're everywhere. See them as little friends. (The cockroaches not the girls.)
French Sign n°1:
French Sign n°2:
The Goddamn Gallows were playing at Hi-Ho Lounge, a club a little bit outside the centre and it seemed taken from an Edward Hopper painting. Supergreat psychobilly/punk show (or Grindcore/Roy Orbison) that ended with fire and a big chaos.
And when Clockwork Elvis played the girls started to take their clothes off. It's really hot in New Orleans.
And a guy got a little bit too excited so they threw him out.
Night-swim in the pool and then bed. Inside it's like being in a freezer and outside in a sauna.