Carrousel Gardens

First of all there was something I forgot to tell you yesterday. It's really just a minor thing, but a good example of how my travels are; that I am not only sightseeing, but truly experiencing the land as well (if that makes any sense at all). As you might have heard (I can't remember if I ever wrote it here) Rachel has a jukebox where she's written down the songs that she's willing to perform to the crowd. This is not a tiny jukebox. It is a monster of carton, tape and just plain weird things. And it's heavy. Well, yesterday began with her getting the idea that she wanted to carry it down to the Mississippi River and she couldn't carry it alone. I don't want to carry that ever again. New Orleans is outrageously hot in the sun these days and it was hell. But when we got there I realized that I was standing right by the Mississippi River and that just brightened everything right up.

Well, today I also walked. Actually I walked so much today that I'm not sure I'll be up to much good tomorrow. My feet are begging me for a break. I started the day by going to a voodoo shop. A real one. There was none of that touristy stuff in there. In other words: everything in there was the real deal. It was a lot more inspiring to be in there than any of these other places, I'll tell you that. Afterwards I went to lunch at a place called Willie Mae's Scotch House. It's so loved by the locals that they all worked to get it back together after Katrina struck. The atmosphere was pure Louisiana, but the food was mediocre.

The most fascinating part of the day, though, was Carrousel Gardens that seems to never be open to the public. Everything inside is intact which makes it both eerie and dazzling to look at through the gate. You remember the amusement park in Zombieland? It was exactly like that one minus the living dead who wanted to feed on brains all the time. I just wished I could've walked around inside instead af having to look at it from outside the gate.

Oh wait, yesterday I also saw a car halfway inside a souvenir shop. A real life car crash right on Decatur. Things so certainly happen here.