New Orleans

Arrived in Lost Wages yesterday after a stunning week in N'Awlins. OMG. Words cannot describe how much I have fallen in love with that city. The music, the food, the rickety trolleys, the warped pavements, streets stinking of piss and puke and fried seafood.

It was hot and sticky, but not as much as I thought it would be. It was about as dodgy as I expected. Crawfish Étouffée and bread pudding for dinner, with hurricanes in the cocktail bar. Saturday brunch in the east, authentic Vietnamese. Friday visit to white clapboard plantation house. Alligator in the bayou on Tuesday and on the menu the next day (tastes like chewy chicken). Every night's a party, especially when we slaughter Houston. New favourite city.

Laissez le bon temps roullez.

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