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Friday 18th July - New Orleans Louisiana Previous Top End Next

Surprisingly I managed to get out of bed fairly early. This being the last full day in the States, it was time to get going with the shopping, so I did. It was however, not so very simple as you might expect. For a start, most of the shops seemed to sell nothing but stupid plastic bead chains and bits of tinsel, which isn't going to impress anyone back at home as a gift. Other stuff included tacky plastic figurines, pottery, cheap costume jewellery, New Orleans branded bookmarks, thimbles, spoons, you name it, they sold it and it was all rubbish. I decided to try and get off the beaten track a bit and explore some of the less populated back streets. Turns out this would have been a great idea if I was in the market for an antique sideboard, but as I might have had trouble getting one into my bag, I discounted those too. By this time I was getting pretty bored and not a little warm, so I ducked into a local music store for a browse and a spell near an air conditioning vent. Next I tried the French Market but didn't fare any better there either. I was looking for something 'American', but it seemed the most typically American things to be had were pickup trucks and burgers, neither of which was going to make a handy carry on luggage item for the flight home. In the end, having spent all day wondering around town losing my own body weight in sweat, I purchased some failry miserable trinkets from shops close to the ones I had seen at the very beginning of the days expedition. My appologies go to those who received them...

Due to a late lunch, dinner never happened and before I knew it, I had been sitting about watching films for several hours. Dave had gone out at about 9pm to eat and didn't return until something like 1:30am. At this point I had discovered the guide to local highlights in a drawer in the hotel room and decided to go and investigate a couple of venues for live music that looked interesting. The first was in the farthest recesses of the French Quarter, way beyond the hubbub of Bourbon Street and I was a little concerned about where I was going. I eventually found it only to discover that there were precisely two people in residence and one of them was staff. 'Try the other one' thinks I. Trouble is, this is at the other end of town in the Warehouse District and it took ages to get there. I arrived at what looked like a great place full of people watching a band....who were just packing their kit into a van to leave. The people were dispersing and the place was due to shut for the night, arse! Now it was around 3am and I had to be up for the flight the next day, so I grudgingly addmitted defeat and shuffled back to the hotel. Not a resounding success of a day...

Friday 18th July - New Orleans Louisiana Previous Top End Next