I feel I've pretty done with New Orleans at this point. But since I had booked a 7 days trip for the best air fare and I'm not willing to pay an extra of 300 bucks to change the flight, I have to keep myself going in this town! I went on walk tour again in the Garden District to check out last a few streets I hadn't covered before. Most of residential houses are over 100 years ago mostly initially built for wealthy merchants. They are mostly featured with cast iron galleries and columns. Very elegant. It's beautiful and peaceful in the morning. My imagination took me back 150 years ago to a wealthy business man's household. Then I saw black labors working on the construction ( lots of houses are under construction in the entire New Orleans city) and they are mostly very friendly and fun.
I went back to Trolley Cafe for breakfast. I encountered two black ladies and heard their different Katrina stories. The first lady told me after year and half of Katrina, she is still fighting with her insurance company for the damage of her house ( it got 4 feet water). Nothing has been fixed on her house and she is renting somewhere. The second lady lives down the street and her house didn't get water. But after Katrina, she feels extremely unsafe in her neighborhood and she's thinking about getting herself a gun. She told me she is nanny for one of local Jazz musician and she feels so lucky to get paid $15 per hour with medial insurance . I enjoyed so much the conversation with them. Somehow I was very amazed that there's no even little communication problem at all between a human with heavy Asian accent and the others with big southern accent. Well, I guess it is mutual attention and respect that work through this. I also notice that they do use their own local accent among themselves which I can hardly get. The same with the folks working at the Hostel where I stayed. Then I thought about some dudes from my work at Newport Beach with college education and speaking no accent English sometimes show that they don't understand me. Aren't they the most stupid people in the world or what? I often have good experience with local people when I travel. Most of them are very down-to-earth and friendly with a great manner and life value. They make my travelling more interesting.
If being asked what it is I care for the least in New Orleans, I would tell you it's Burboun street in French Quarter. It's the most cheesy venue with tons of stripper clubs, lousy music and party goers. I've never been against the above. Just because this is New Orleans, I don't think it fits in New Orleans style. What's New Orleans' style? I can't describe it, but I can feel it!
I went back to Trolley Cafe for breakfast. I encountered two black ladies and heard their different Katrina stories. The first lady told me after year and half of Katrina, she is still fighting with her insurance company for the damage of her house ( it got 4 feet water). Nothing has been fixed on her house and she is renting somewhere. The second lady lives down the street and her house didn't get water. But after Katrina, she feels extremely unsafe in her neighborhood and she's thinking about getting herself a gun. She told me she is nanny for one of local Jazz musician and she feels so lucky to get paid $15 per hour with medial insurance . I enjoyed so much the conversation with them. Somehow I was very amazed that there's no even little communication problem at all between a human with heavy Asian accent and the others with big southern accent. Well, I guess it is mutual attention and respect that work through this. I also notice that they do use their own local accent among themselves which I can hardly get. The same with the folks working at the Hostel where I stayed. Then I thought about some dudes from my work at Newport Beach with college education and speaking no accent English sometimes show that they don't understand me. Aren't they the most stupid people in the world or what? I often have good experience with local people when I travel. Most of them are very down-to-earth and friendly with a great manner and life value. They make my travelling more interesting.
If being asked what it is I care for the least in New Orleans, I would tell you it's Burboun street in French Quarter. It's the most cheesy venue with tons of stripper clubs, lousy music and party goers. I've never been against the above. Just because this is New Orleans, I don't think it fits in New Orleans style. What's New Orleans' style? I can't describe it, but I can feel it!
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