French Quartier bikes.
Dolly's Gas.
Went to the uptown suburbs of New Orleans, to meditate by lake Pontchartrain. It gave me some kind of claustrophobia: humid dense air, flat landscape, the world's second longest bridge and no one around. Still beautiful though.
Passed Zeitgeist on our way back, to say hi to Eric (a friend of a friend from New York) that organized a show there. Screaming angry straight-edge anarchist hardcore-kids, but I felt no joy there, just frustration.
Is should have studied my music history before going here, I didn't understand it was so much...well I don't know how to explain it:
"There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one "
"You've never seen
You've never seen those Cupid doll queens
Like they got 'em in New Orleans
And, ooh, they love you like no-one can
It makes you awful glad that you were born a man."
...and if I think there is a chance for a political change for the animals in Italy?
Unfortunately I don't think so. Neither for the human-beings.