In my continued
effort to boycott New Orleans
during the month of August
SO. MUCH. HOT.
I decided that it might be fun to go camping.
Not the kind with a tent or hookups:
the kind with an air-conditioned cabin
and decently appointed kitchen
and maybe a lake breeze
to minimize mosquitoes
and to maximize comfort.
Then I realized
that a room in a charming bed and breakfast
(you know, where breakfast will be provided for me)
was less expensive.