Thankfully, the day is lacking in the storm that greeted me last night. There are still a few showers in places but for the most part, it’s nice and dry. I slept like a log and I’m all fired up for the last day here.
First stop of course, was Cemetery No. 1, for some history and photo opportunities. I’ve seen much older graveyards of course, but this was at least something with sufficient history in the US that I can look at, touch and immerse myself in. Ambling into the enclosure, a weather worn old homeless guy walked up to me, asking if I’d seen any ghosts. Replying that I hadn’t yet, he went on to inform me that Marie Laveau was buried in the cemetery and promptly slouched off nodding and saying ‘Voodoo queen, yep’. After covering the whole of the site, I did stumble across her somewhat defaced, purported place of rest. It’s funny what some people’s idea of paying respects means.
Wandering back into the streets of the French Quarter, I was totally surprised at how quiet the place was, in the day. I figured on more people here at 9am on a Monday although it makes sense, seeing as this place is open, well into the early hours of the morning.