Louisiana
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| New Orleans |
I did not know much about New Orleans before my visit. Most of what I knew came from TV shows like NCIS; Brass bands in the streets, a party or parade every week, celebrating the start of lent with gluttony, Cajun seasoning, marsh lands, and no knowledge of Bourbon Street being a thing (I still don't understand it).
In New Orleans, Mardi Gras is the season from Epiphany (also called King's Day, January 6th), to Fat Tuesday (the day before lent starts in the Roman Catholic tradition). Mardi Gras is French for "Fat Tuesday". The colors traditionally seen are purple, green and gold. Purple for justice, green for faith, and gold for power. King cake is a french cinnamon roll type cake in a large doughnut or crown shape. There are many flavors of king cake, just as there are many types of pies, and traditionally they are only eaten during Mardi Gras season. A toy baby is baked into the cake and whomever gets the baby is crowned king for the day and must throw a large party. If you can't host a party, I suggest just attending a parade. There is a parade most weeks and daily closer to Fat Tuesday.
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| Miss Piggy prop |
Before the parade started, I meandered around the French Quarter looking for king cake, a state sticker, and postcards. I listened to small band street performers and heard two poems from an ex-convict. The first he wrote and memorize while still in prison, the other was an impromptu ode to chocolate! It is sad that every city I've visited, small or large, has a homeless population or those standing on street corners with cardboard signs. I have seen them in libraries, laundromats, parks, green space next to a church, and the sheltered nook of a store front. Most of the time, they just want help or to be left alone. The challenge of finding a safe, sheltered place with a restroom is real. I don't know what resources are available for the homeless in these communities and I do not know what homeless shelters are like. But it is my understanding that the poor and homeless present opportunities for the more fortunate to be generous in showing them mercy and love. Even myself, without an income and constantly moving, can be considered more fortunate and in a position to give help. Have you ever thought about what it is like to stand on a street corner, seeing person after person refuse to look at you and acknowledge your existence? A smile and "hello" can make anyone's day.
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| Photo of Lake Pontchartrain from visitor center |
My campsite was surrounded by sweetgum trees with their seed balls and yellow-red flower clusters, and red maple trees dropping red-green helicopter seeds. Squirrels were active in the sweetgum trees, eating some part of the flowers. One night, a raccoon joined me for dinner. It was glad that I had left a container smelling of ham on the bench across from me. It took the container into a nearby flooded area since I disturbed it with my lamp. I found my container the next day with many holes in it, but still closed.
After a few days in Louisiana, I flew home to file my taxes. On the day I was to fly back to LA, I tested positive for covid! I made the right, but hard choice to stay home and cancel my plans for the coming week. I missed out on visiting Baton Rouge, the old state capital, and a tree identification hike. Instead I mended jeans, rested, dyed my hair red twice (thank you Mom for your help the 2nd time), and made future camping reservations. After I recovered from covid and returned to LA, I stayed one night at a campground, before driving to Mississippi the next day.
Other things: Airport parking is expensive!! Cajun is a culture and not specifically a mixture of seasonings. Alligator sausage in an omelet tastes good, but did not have a distinct flavor that I noticed. The boudin balls (fried rice & pork mixture) I tried were ok, but I liked the alligator sausage better.





