The Crescent Palms Motel
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As we flew into New Orleans the mighty Mississippi came into view, it looked as big as an ocean with its bottomless soul. Where do I begin with New Orleans it is truly, madly deeply intoxicating. The heat 105 degrees with 100 per cent humidity leaves you feeling high and in need of oxygen. Maybe that is why everyone appears ever so slightly mad! Walking around the streets your senses are assaulted by the ...
Good day, everyone. Today was a bit laid back so my report won't be too long or exciting. I spent much of the morning taking care of some cleaning on the motor home. With the rain and bugs, the coach was a mess. I cleaned for a couple of hours just to get it looking like it wasn’t covered with chocolate milk. The bugs on the front covered almost as much surface areas as the paint did. The love bugs are particularly bad since they have ...
... here are so talented. I'm jealous. If you can't play a musical instrument then you can paint, it's some sort of unwritten law. We had a beautiful lunch over looking the cathedral with live jazz music. Amazing doesn't cover it. The vibe here is so laid back. You can't walk past a restaurant or bar advertising cocktails to go. You can walk the streets with drinks and whatever else as long as it isn't in glass. We treated ourselves to ...
... of the inside of the Inn and the grounds.
I was supposed to meet Tom back at the start at 2:00 pm, he had started at 12:30. WELL what can I say, I waited at the wrong spot for him and his phone was dead so it took us 2 hours till we could finally get connected and back on the road again. Next time he will show me exactly where he wants me to pick him up and we will make sure his ...
... go back and capture it. It's firm in my memory. I can see it when I close my eyes. The water was glass. A fishing boat. Two men. A cast net. Shadows. Thin tie off points or pylons sticking out. Reeds and banks in the fore ground. Reflections everywhere. It would have been worth crashing the car for and taking the shot off the airbags... it was THAT good. Maybe I should have let Jock drive? We pulled into the first place we could. Stacked stilted holiday homes in like ...