Fried chicken at Coop’s.  Very tasty.  Thin crispy skin with an excellent mix of herbs.  Somehow reminding me of something between fried and oven roasted.

I’m using my camp chair to wait for the fireworks.  Facing up the hill was a bit of a challenge.

Fireworks – what they lack in variety and subtlety, the Americans made up for it with size and volume.  Car alarm triggering levels.  And since they were dueling barges, everything happened twice.  As usual, even the prepared people didn’t bring radios, so I have no idea how well it went with the music.

Back to St Pierre’s for the night.  I had considered going out and roaming around Bourbon Street.  I seriously considered a ‘Hand Grenade’ – the strongest drink in New Orleans.  But there is a “trifecta” – Hand Grenade, Hurricane and something else.  Certainly not something I wanted to try to do and ride the next day. I guess I’ll save the drinking in New Orleans for another trip.