Straddling the Mississippi

The end of June found me down in New Orleans for a few days. Preservation Hall was probably my favorite experience - it's an old wooden room (no air conditioning) in the French Quarter where some old timers play jazz requests. Fantastic.

The strangest moment was definitely when we went inside the cathedral. First, the fire alarm went off. Shortly afterwards, a middle aged man with a cane started yelling at a man in the front pew who appeared to be praying. The middle aged man shouted "you won't speak to me in that manner, not in my cathedral" and waved his cane around. The other man just sat there. A third man approached, to mediate the situation. All three headed outside (we followed). A cop car pulled up and the cops arrested the man who had been sitting in the front pew and drove off with him.

There was no physical altercation and I can't think of anything a person can say that is egregious enough to warrant an arrest. It was all remarkably odd.

Another funny moment was when we ran under a roof overhang to hide from the sudden afternoon shower. Nearby there were several goslings and some grown swans and ducks. I guess the goslings didn't like the rain either because they came towards us. The parent geese were not so keen on that idea however, and we ended up fleeing from a large group of geese who were pooing/running/quacking at us.