New Orleans was pretty much the final leg of our USA odyssey. A final boisterous hurrah, before heading west, back home, on the other side of the Pacific.
Straight away, New Orleans struck us a place similar in feel to our home town of Melbourne: a bit daggy, vibrant and colourful, and a place of homegrown and not high falutin’ entertainment.
After almost seven weeks it was nice to have public transport we were familiar with on our doorstep.
But first, it was Halloween!!!!
Catching the trolley car down St Charles Street, we followed the glimmer of lights and a growing procession of revelers into the Garden District. It was nuts! Just a huge street party, with the local constabulary in attendance, just in case a couple of thousand kids all had a sugar rush at the same time…
New Orleans is a riot of colour, any time of the day or night.
Although the colourful beads that you might see nearly everywhere, given out to the crowd in the annual Mardi Gras parade, are quite toxic, made as they are in sweat shops in China…