Farewell La Pavillion Hotel, N’ORlins.
The train is the closest thing I have to home these days . . . but for the company of friends – and La Pavillion.
This afternoon I catch the train to Mississippi, to the ‘cradle of the south’ – Jackson.
I’ve been singin’ Johnny Cash and June Carter for two days now.
Why Jackson? Room prices in this city double from now with the Jazz Festival this weekend – and the train to Jackson is the only train not going west from New Orleans this afternoon. So Jackson it is.
I’m just about packed and I’ve got ‘Sheri’s Jar Salad’ ready to go.
A woman on the road is an innovative woman – stuck for a cutting board and bench I used the bed and the newspaper tucked under the door, covered in a plastic bag. That salmon is my breakfast, the mozzarella brekkie and lunch. Yum.