Day Eleven: The City of New Orleans

The train waits, grey and strong and noble, at the platform. We stow our bags on the lower deck and climb to a lounge with panoramic windows. The Amtrak ploughs for eight hours through the swamps of Mississippi. Trailer parks and clusters of weather-beaten shacks break up the swathes of lurid green water; at oneContinue reading “Day Eleven: The City of New Orleans”