New Orleans

Day Six of the Road Trip and we've docked in New Orleans, staying with friends.

This morning we walked up and down Magazine Street contemplating the wisdom of buying a sage lace parasol for fifty dollars as sun protection. I'm still undecided.

Eventually, we set out for the French Quarter, travelling on the trolley twice (second time for free!) because we hadn't understood where to get off and only realised our error when we stopped in the same place as we had embarked from. Whoops!

When we did find the right place to get off (Canal Street) we plunged into some diplomatic nightmare when I was trying to take a humorous photo of a sign for 'kick ass beers' and didn't realise that a scantily clad lady (she was wearing a slashed leather leotard) had walked into shot. She was advertising a topless bar and demanded money for the photos. Oh dear. That was Bourbon Street and we won't be going there again.

This evening we had the great privilege of enjoying a home cooked meal, which we ate on rocking chairs on the porch. Pudding was a watermelon, picked from the front garden where it had been growing. How Southern is that?

Here's our friend drinking a cool beer on a balmy evening on the balcony of the first floor (all the houses here are on stilts because of the flooding).

Tomorrow we've booked a Voodoo Tour.