It’s taken me a bit to write about our last day in New Orleans, partly because we went out to dinner in the evening to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary (yeah!), and spent the next day flying back the the Bahamas, but mostly because I spent the morning being annoyed. Paula wanted to go and see the mansions in the Garden District, so we headed over there. First we hit the cemetery, for more of the distinctive New Orleans corpse ovens.

I liked the vintage fire engine on this one.

There’s one person in every crowd who just has to be pink.

Then on to the mansions.

The whole time that I’m looking at them…

… I’m thinking…

… the money that built these came from slavery.

And that pissed me off. I wouldn’t mind so much if slavery was a thing of the past that America had outgrown, but with income inequality increasing every year, the criminal justice system turned into a tool of racial oppression, and now a fascist administration slavery seems all too familiar.

Apparently the lady who chose this fence with the design of corncobs wanted the most expensive fence in the catalog. Conspicuous consumption much?

So we went to the insectarium and butterfly garden, which improved my mood.