Carpe Diem

The coffee shop beside the hotel, where we sat outside until about 9am, when, as the barista accurately predicted, it just got too hot.
Off we set down Highway 90 to Morgan City - for there, on the banks of the Atchafalaya is a Petroleum Museum with… (roll of drums) … the world’s first transportable, submersible, offshore, drilling rig: Mr Charlie!
And as it was the Louisiana Festival of Shrimp and Petroleum, there were guided tours every two hours!!
And very informative and interesting it was too - utterly surprisingly we were the only ones to show up. Virgil, who showed us round, was a great guide with a particular viewpoint on all things oil - the good Lord made the earth with oil under the ground - and so it was there for us to use. Every last drop. Amen.
We popped into the festival art exhibition, and more enjoyably the local Walmart, and finally made it to New Orleans. Out round the hood, along BourbonStreet but the adjoining quieter streets in the French Quarter were much lovelier. We found a microbrewery with a decent band, and a neat restaurant where we ate crab cakes and fries.
But one tiny fly in the ointment - it’s the Gay Mardi Gras aka Southern Decadence weekend. What joy, the rooftop pool full of cavorting chaps in thongs. I think I may take refuge in the WW2 museum - I have an inkling a Venn diagram would show very little overlap.