The first morning in New Orleans, we rent a car, drove for 1.5 hours, past endless swamps and woods to get to this sugar cane plantation, blown away immediately by the world famous 200 year old oaks lining the walkway that leads to a spectacular antebellum mansion. It felt like travelling into the past, like stepping into Gone with the Wind. Everything was glorious and romantic, but I soon started to have a weird feeling, it was so extremely cold that I couldn’t even stand straight, while the temperature wasn’t really that low, consider I was in Vancouver only a week before. A tour guide told us some do feel uncomfortable when they are in the mansion, he had a visitor claiming that she was surrounded by ghosts and yelling out “get me outta here!” as soon as the tour started. I believe in the ghost tales, all the staff there do. Later we took a peak at the enslaved life at a recently added exhibit “Slavery at Oak Alley” where slave cabins were re-constructed to showcase the living conditions of slaves, who made all this happen, the garden, the house, and the luxurious lifestyle of the owners. Needless to say, those are humbling shabby huts you can’t imagine sleeping in. We left with a lasting impression of the breathtaking scenery, and meanwhile an uneasy feeling about the ugly truth underneath. It was just the beginning, tip of the iceberg, the feeling only got stronger during our stay in New Orleans. You’ll know more in my next post about French Quarter.