Voodoo and live performance at Frenchmen

I woke up way too late this morning (I blame it all on New Orleans where staying up the whole night is practised by most) and took the streetcar to Uptown where I walked down Magazine Street. Just like everyone else I heard that New Orleans was a scary place. Everyone disappears there, people told me. You will get mugged, someone else said and so on. I just don't see where all this is taking place.

However, there is something eerie in the NOLA air. It's like every book Anne Rice ever wrote; something is in atmosphere here and it's hard to describe it. It might be the hundreds of beads that people have thrown all over the trees or it might be the churches that announce that there will be a voodoo service this Saturday. It could be the fact that everyone here seems to have a tremendous respect for priestess Miriam, or that people visit the grave of Marie Leveau and ask her to fulfill their wishes. Something is definitely here.

Yesterday I went to Frenchmen St late at night with a French girl named Rachel who has made a jukebox where people can choose the songs shown (she wrote them al down on a cardboard box) and she will perform them. The reason why is this: Rachel wants to go to Mexico, but she doesn't have enough money for the trip and this is the best way she knows how. It was pretty cool though and taxis even stopped to give her money. She made ten bucks in less than an hour. Not bad. However, that was the exact amount she just spent having dinner with me some hours earlier, so I guess it kind of evened out that way.

Take care until next time!