I descend the Mississippi by train because it is (slightly) faster than the boat: 9 am until New Orleans. Finally 12, true, but you get used to delays, especially since they do not care no comfort seats gigantic reclining almost horizontally, the top-and-a-car non-bar prices prohibitive! Tired of all these (mis) adventures and relieved of my faithful image sensor, I decided to set aside tourism and relax a bit to finish. So all who am only a matter of feeling, and nothing else.
I felt to New Orleans a truly unique atmosphere, but I do not really know why. The architecture I think of English style, unusual for me, contrasted with the great French culture (in fact Creole and Cajun-Cajun) in the region. We can count the number of names of streets, shops, and French names, like St. Louis Cathedral, with its statues of Joan of Arc ... Its troubled history explains, but as I had just Dented before arriving, I leave you with good care Wiki.
What is surprising is that from what I saw, houses razed by Katrina are usually reconstructed in an identical, or at least keeping the same style (which is however not very practical with its large rooms impossible to moderate).
Katrina, talk about it. I have seen relatively few direct consequences of the disaster (again, I let myself go and I stubbornly refused to make one of these vile 'towers' tourism): some houses completely destroyed, others brand new. However, some places are still in ruins, and the image of the disaster is indeed present in all minds. Beyond the human and physical blow, the hurricane will have demonstrated the enormous weaknesses of the American system. Management the disaster was pathetic, humiliating limit; New Orleans and the entire world was shocked to discover the legions of homeless who were already living in extreme poverty, no one shows them any attention, clearly, the disaster was caused more by the incompetence of some scientists and the supremacy of corrupt politicians as by the hurricane itself, whose trajectory has been miraculous. In short, we are far from glamorous.
Let the serious to minor, with a common subject: the weather (O, sublime art of the transition). Then in late July, has NO it's hot-hot-, and wet-very wet. It should not be far from the mega-tropical climate ... Moreover, the region is a large wetland, NO is not on the coast is often thought but at the edge of a huge lake, the opportunity to build the longest bridge in the world! Suddenly, you meet very few people outside, so the atmosphere is stifling. The time has clearly slowed in the day.
Only the night after 10 hours, as the air cools. While the city wakes up and goes crazy. A Bourbon Street , tourists are trapped in bars miraculously not too spoiled, or strip clubs particularly glaucous (I am not come, eh? but the fronts were pretty hardcore ). A few steps away, on Frenchmen Street to locate real thing, them. There's no time to empty each of frustration, irritation of a long and tiring day for all discharge among strangers, as it frees itself of a burden, as it catches its breath. The bars feel the sweat, tears and alcohol among others. Groups are invariably true that old Jazz, who moves with the frenzy of despair. People dance on the spot, for lack of space, alone, in couples or groups, grotesque and sublime. They're going to party violently, passionately, all their guts, until total exhaustion and abandonment.
And it ignites on this (not entirely rhetorical) that ends the journey, and the blog with it. I could make a post closing, analysis, what I experienced, what it brought me, what I retain, etc.. Indeed it would be exactly the 100th post go ahead, if you count not believe me - and would make a case conducted smoothly. But precisely for that, I refuse to do: there is no page turns, which eventually experience. I do not claim to advance.
I just want to thank the people who passed through here (there was more than my family, I have stats, and you never imagine which countries bizarre people are connected), and those who were kind enough to leave a mumble. Even though I do not honestly sure why you did ... If anyone goes back there, and would need advice, do not hesitate to write me, I would say the best I think I was a tourist relatively comprehensive in the places visited.
And on this, soon, in Paris!!
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