A hotel in New Orleans |
The door to the lobby |
As soon as the shutter had clicked, a lady's voice came over a loudspeaker. "Get out. Get out. I'll call the police." I looked in the sky, confused, trying to locate its source. I didn't see anything amiss. "Get out, I tell you," the voice said. "I mean it."
I was about to put my hands on my hips as I tried to figure out what was going on, then I realized she might think I was reaching for my six-shooters. I opted to fold my arms and cup my chin. It occurred to me that she meant me, and that she meant it.
After that, I continued up North Broad Street past where it becomes South Broad Street. I circled around the Melpomene Pump Station and I parked on the corner at Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard.
Meyer's Auto Parts |
Next to Meyer's Auto Parts is a shop that I'm fond of because we share a last name.
Hub Cap King |
One Way sign in New Orleans |
A votre sante,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.
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