The streets of New Orleans are so bad a good day tears tires and a bad — trashes transmissions. One could easily believe the streets were designed to keep cars off of them rather than drive on them. Of course a layer of concrete with a swamp marsh foundation doesn’t bode well for a smooth automobile ride. A hurricane, named Katrina, provided the icing with several feet of water which took months to drain off.
Most of Lundi Gras, (Fat Monday) I sauntered the streets of Tremé, the traditionally black neighborhood adjacent to the French Quarter. The next day, Mardi Gras, I spent with my sister who is facing her end days. From her third story window we watched the King Zulu parade.
As Flannery O’Connor said, “If i had to live in a city I think I would prefer New Orleans to any other — both Southern and Catholic and with indications that the Devil’s existence is freely recognized.”
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lovely. Lois