turtles

Gullible as I am sometimes -or shall we say trusting?- I was led to believe yesterday that Bruno's girlfriend Lisa had cleaned out her family's pool and found four baby turtles in it and cooked them into a turtle soup. Given that this is Louisiana and turtle soup is regularly on the menu, not such a preposterous claim. Fortunately the baby turtles are safely back in the pond in front of their house.

That discussion came up at the bar in the evening where a bunch of people from work (the "New Faces") had gone for some drinks. I rode my (hybrid) bicycle there in my going out clothes, to the amusement of most of the Americans. Not very common to go places here on your bike when the destination is the goal rather than the exercise. But the route to the Bulldog along Canal street is an easy one, with wide newly asphalted road that is easy to ride on. There is also a new streetcar ("tram") that runs along tracks in the middle median. No one thought to put in a bike lane though. A real pity since now we still have to ride on the road with lots of debris always causing me worry about a flat tire or being hit by the inevitably tipsy or drunk drivers on the road in the evening. Hopefully a good little angel will watch over me!