The House
One more view of the crazy decorations of this house we are staying in.
The rooster did wake up at 1:30 a.m.
I slept through it.
Ginette did not.
Then again at 3:30 a.m.
I did not sleep through that.
Neither did Ginette.
But there was a crew of people who came in to check out the place.
And woke us up.
I still slept through most of it.
Back to the house.
Check out these painted walls.
We snagged a breakfast at this highly-rated place.
Curtis had carrot waffles.
My walnut waffles were great.
Ginette's sweet potato waffles were great.
The carrot waffles were not so great.
Swamp Tour
We were in a bit of a hurry to pick up Dr. Troy
Who was not answering his phone.
We had already gotten him tickets to the swamp tour.
We went to his house,
woke him up.
and
We got there just in time to catch our swamp tour.
The weather was perfect.
We floated down a canal (a man made waterway)
Our tour guide had a real Louisiana accent.
And he sounded an awful lot like native New Englanders.
He didn't pronounce certain r's and other consonants.
I thought this was nice and swampy looking.
No leaves on those trees below the big tree.
There is a bald eagle's next in the big tree.
Bald Cyprus.
The Louisiana state tree.
Our tour guide said he saw these after hurricane Katrina
and all of the leaves had come off.
But a few weeks later the leaves all started coming back.
Part of how it works is the strength of those tree roots.
I am not sure what kind of traps these were for,
but our tour guide actually does trapping.
After the canal, we transitioned to the swamp
which is not man made.
The water was so glassy.
My last swamp tour was in Florida
And we saw exactly one alligator.
This time we saw at least six.
The tour company built this little cabin to show what the trapping cabins looked like.
The English didn't like the French Canadians very much
And kicked them out.
They ended up here.
Alligator.
This alligator was huge
Ginette hates gators.
I loved the picture of her reaction in the background.
But here she is.
Facing her fears.
Curtis tried it, too.
Which was also impressive.
But he doesn't hate gaters like Ginette does.
Snap, snap.
The tour guide put the alligator away after.
But before doing so he pretended it got away.
And I would have been the first line of attack.
I totally yelled.
The tour guide had just finished explaining
how they go through 3,000 teeth (which are actually scales) in a life time.
Cemetery Tour
In the afternoon we went on a cemetery tour.
After eating a sandwich at a place that had nothing but French words everywhere.
I loved it.
And my sandwich had brie in it.
And was named the Parisian.
In Paris they had a lot of above ground cemeterys
I always wondered why.
It turns out that New Orleans has them because the whole burying them under the ground thing wasn't working.
The water table is only four feet deep.
And that means that, well, bodies were becoming unearthed.
And it had become trendy in Paris to have above-ground cemetarys.
They did it to show off their money.
But in New Orleans, it made practical sense.
The expression "I wouldn't touch that person with a ten foot pole."
In New Orleans they decided that after a person is buried for one year and a day
That you can push aside that person's remains
They do this using a ten foot pole with a rake at the end
The disintegrated remains get pushed into a shoot thing
and all of the remains collect in a place called a caveau (a cave)
and then the next person gets put in the tomb.
It is odd.
Resurrection in New Orleans should be interesting.
Curtis really wanted to see Nicholas Cage's future grave.
And that is how we ended up on the cemetery tour.
The only way to see this monstrosity
Is to take a tour.
Due to the arch dioses rules.
Then we wandered around.
Isn't this hotel hallway lovely?
One thing is for certain.
New Orleans is very festive.
Bridges and levees.
Pretty houses everywhere.
And then there is this.
Quite the shadow.
Heading to bed.
Ginette wants to kill the rooster.
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