Photos: a high-rise building downtown that is STILL unoccupied/repaired five years after Katrina, one of the new homes going up in the Ninth Ward, the repaired (but not reinforced) levees, and my BIL and SIL in their Saints gear. What fun to wake up on a birthday morning in New Orleans! I had cake and chai for breakfast. Can’t think of anything better.
We did have a strange experience during the night. At 4:45 a.m., someone beat on our door. Hubby got up to look out the peephole and saw a man standing there with a blanket. Since we hadn’t called for a blanket, we didn’t open the door, but went back to bed. A minute later, the phone rang . . . and when we answered, no one answered us.
I thought maybe someone had asked for a blanket and housekeeping wrote down the wrong room, but now I’m wondering if it was a ruse to get into our room. After all, you could hide anything under a blanket. Don’t understand the phone call, though. Very strange.
Yesterday, my brother- and sister-in-law met us for lunch and took us down to the ninth ward, the community most wiped out by the floods of Hurricane Katrina. (The hurricane didn’t do the damage, the flood occurred the next day when the man-made levees broke). Brad Pitt and some of his friends have begun a “green” rebuilding program there, and the houses are really cool. Still an awful lot of overgrown concrete slabs, however, where homes used to stand, right beside the levees.
And then my BIL and SIL (in photo) went to the Saints game–the entire CITY was dressed in black and gold and revved up for the game, which the Saints lost. In the spirit of oNew Orleans, however, no one seemed upset. Hope springs eternal in this place. And did you know that polls show New Orleans to be home to the happiest people in the country? (And no, I don’t think they were drunk when they took the poll).
I don’t know what we’ll do today–the possibilities are endless. Last night I dreamed that I had to buy a crown for some pressing reason, and then in my dream I thought: “If there’s any place on earth where I could walk into a shop and find a crown, it’s New Orleans.” Tee hee. Who knows?