OK, I'm back, and with enough pictures and tales for a dozen blog posts.
Nicki and I went down to New Orleans for a week, culminating in the massive Halloween bash that takes over the French Quarter and the neighboring Marigny neighborhood. It's been a year to the day since I was last down there (previously blogged here) and it's what it's always been--an area with it's own distinctive culture that's unlike anywhere else in the country.
We did many things on this trip. We ate good food, we heard great music, we traveled by cab, by riverboat and by streetcar, and Nicki got to work on her irrational fear of mules.Here is Nicki, encountering a gentle, docile carriage mule and recoiling in fear. Poor mule. He didn't even do anything but turn to look at her. How can ANYONE be scared of a mule?
But finally she was persuaded to pet the mule, and the carriage operator even gave her a treat to feed the mule, and the two parted friends.
Scared of mules. And horses. Seriously?