In one sentence: New Orleans was not as good as I had imagined. Do not get me wrong, N'orleans is a very beautiful city, especially the famous French Quarter, but I probably had too many expectations. I reached New Orleans yesterday, but it was, at least for me, because of the tremendous humidity unbearable. They had almost the feeling to melt. Therefore, I slipped a little through the city to give me a rough outline. The highlight of this day was a funeral. This may sound a little slope, but who knows the stylish funerals this city, w-looking my as I do. A slow forward movement of the entire mourners in step with the music. The tandem has no military, because it does not go ahead of him, but the steps still to go at a 45 degree angle to the front and side. So it seems all the mourners to dance. The whole was accompanied by the police, who cordoned off the roads on time, so that the train came freely to the cemetery. I have photos of the event is not made, it seemed to me the disrespect. So I looked for a quiet motel and read the end tag. The next day I went
re r the French Quarter and looked for a parking lot. Luckily I was earlier
h sufficiently tuned for about 1-2 hours later would have been all over the city had no more free. First I visited the Insectarium, which nebe n living Insects, some display cases with already dead specimens exhibited. One of the highlights was the Underground Gallery. In this room we walked on soft ground, hanging over a huge, artificial leaves and the walls were painted brown and irregularly structured, which gave an impression of being self shrunk to bug size. Huge plastic insects such as ants and earthworms underscored the effect. The best was a large tarantula of about 1m, which was controlled by a motion detector suddenly shot out of your nest. Funny for me, not really funny for the 4-8 year old kids who stood right next to the spider and now probably the next few nights can not sleep. 
The next goal, as it was before lunch was the aquarium, which was equipped with a 'Water Tunnel', so that the fish practice can r away swim one. Furthermore, many tanks with sharks, stingrays, piranhas and what else shall indicate fish. Penguins and otters were present. In a pool you could skate well and handle stroke. Meanwhile, there was
significantly after 12 ° ° Clock, when I left the aquarium, so I made my to the Royal and Bourbon Street. The Royal Street is more the quiet street with a lot of galleries and restaurants. The Bourbon Street is
everything THERE a as quiet. There are rows of bars to strip clubs to bars .... already at 13 ° ° live bands playing in bars, people were sometimes no longer as straight as the morning of the day. For a beer (or harder), I was still far too early, so I looked for only a restaurant and ordered gumbo. This 'pot' was good but nothing special. But at least I've tried the local cuisine. started slowly the humidity to rise again. The temperature was pleasant, but it became very humid. I entered more and more shops, which I really do not sond
Erlich interested, just to enjoy the air conditioning. I found myself in a large part of the French Quarter up I noticed what I was missing: There were no street musicians here. I always thought that on every street corner would be a few people who play together blues or jazz, but there were just two groups that I found off operations. Played a good blues, the other a music whose name I do not know. I would not assigning the hillbillies, because elements of the music had a washboard and two successive percussive spoon. As I was getting tired on the weather, I bescloß to head towards Baton Rouge and along the way still to visit some old buildings from the heyday of the region. One of the houses could be seen, according to guide even in the movie 'Interview With The Vampire'. When I reached the address, except the old trees could be seen alerdings nothing more. Presumably, the property was also a victim of Hurricane Katrina, whose fury has New Orleans recovered to date not yet. So I drove to Baton Rouge, where I now write the blog. So then, on another occasion
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