First evening:
New Orleans experiences: bourbon street, ghosts
We got in at midnight, but I was hungry, so we found fried chicken around the corner on Bourbon street. On the way to the chicken we saw two tough guys with ferocious dogs. The dog peed in the street, and I wondered if some human would be blamed for that. This made such a impact on Gary that not an hour has gone by without a reference to the tough dogs. Dogs must be revered in New Orleans: there was a dog on the plane, and we've seen at least ten dogs on the street so far.
Gary said we had to visit the sixth floor of the hotel, the supposedly haunted floor, and we did hear clattering, or what a rational person would call central heating. And then as we left ... I noticed blood on Gary's wrist. The rational explanation would be that Gary scraped his wrist opening the room safe and it just hadn't decided to bleed till then. But rational explanations are no fun.
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