Once the rain let up, Tarona and I drove through the most devastated area in the city: the Ninth Ward. I've seen slums and I've seen poor neighborhoods, but the only way I can describe the Ninth Ward is war-torn. The majority of the homes there are completely gutted and those left standing in inhabitable form have been renovated and remodeled in an almost embarrassingly overdone way (stucco exteriors, towering columns) and put up for sale. It's unnerving to think that the destruction caused by Katrina gave the city an excuse to encourage gentrification, so I'm going to believe that the survivors of the hurricane made out well in their insurance settlements and, therefore, received bigger and better homes to replace the ones they lost.
At around 7:00 pm, Tarona and I found ourselves heading out of The Big Easy--quiet, pensive--and into another, albeit smaller, rainstorm for the next leg of our adventure in Dallas*, TX. Gas price update: $3.64/gallon in Louisiana. *We replaced San Antonio, which was on the original itinerary we emailed to everyone, with Dallas.
5 comments:
I'm so proud of you ladies! Go you!
You go girls! Sending you lots of luck and love.
Bookgirl, I heart you big like the sky.
Olivia, thanks so much for checking in on us. We are gladly eating up your luck and love.
THERE IS NO WAY, that you are turning 40. Sorry if that is wierd, I just dont see it. 20, maybe.
Sean, the new guy in the office.
Aha! Sean, I see your comment now. And, as I've said before, THANK YOU for the fab compliment!
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