NOLA

I like cities but just as much don't care about cities.  They crumble easily like something else...civilization.  However, once in a while a pretty cool, unique, unlike any other city city comes along, and you shrug your shoulders, grit your teeth from the bone jarring streets, drink a bit too many drinks after a hurricane, and find yourself saying "Who dat", cause you in New Orleans.

New Orleans, where the french, the Canadian french, free'd blacks, Europeans, Spanish, etc etc etc all blend together in the food, language and music.  And for this bike tourer, a bunch of friends, shiny new bike parts, and some time off the saddle.

That's all from the Big Easy.  Whenever I end up leaving, I'll actually head a bit west before heading north to reach the Natchez Trace Parkway in Mississippi, across the state into Alabama, and then south to Mobile before entering Florida.  Onwards and upwards.