Meg briefly eulogised about New Orleans in her last post, but I am going to expand on why New Orleans is by far my favourite city so far.
We chanced on a pretty good parking spot for Milton for the month. Behind a local restaurant, next to their car park, and what we can only guess is a bit of a no man land’s area (i.e. we haven’t been bothered so far, and we are not outside anyone’s house, etc). We’ve even managed to park over a drain, and there is a tap/faucet/spigot (how can such a simple item have so many words for it?!) for us to *secretly* dump, and fill up, our tanks under the cover of darkness - when the restaurant is closed & no one is watching (although we have been a little more brazen when needs must and we’re desperate for a shower in this stinking heat).
So, this week we have just been getting to know NOLA a little better. I have started volunteering at the New Orleans Film Society (who run the Film Festival and various other events throughout the year), to give me something interesting to do with my days (and I could get quite used to working 4 days a week, 10am-2pm!), which even though I am doing the office intern jobs of a 14 year old, I don’t really mind. We’ve been on a lot of bike rides as well as filling our evenings as much as possible with what we can. This week we went to the ‘Wednesdays at the square’ where they put on live music, food, etc in one of the squares in the city, attended a couple of film screenings, and celebrated the start of Jazz Fest by going to some local bars, and ending up at some random person’s house eating crawfish out of a wooden boat – apparently all par for the course in the ‘Big Easy’.
I’m going to put it out there, but give me a (part time) job, a massive old colonial mansion down a tree lined street, with a bar on one corner and a café on the other, and I will be more than happy. Come on universe….