
Today we're going to New Orleans to meet my daughter and have lunch at La Vita, an Italian restaurant near City Park. It's a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant, but it serves excellent food. Below is the bar, made of what appear to be old, unretouched barn boards. It's a little funky, a typical New Orleans place.

Before we go to lunch, we'll say "hello" to my daughter's exotic chickens. These are the young ones, which have not yet begun to lay. Look at the feathered feet on the white hen. I've never seen that before.

Below are the old hens (like me) who are now retired from their laying jobs. My daughter lives in an unincorporated area of suburban Jefferson Parish, where the rules are less restrictive about what kind of pets are permitted. One of the old hens laid green eggs in her younger days, so my grandsons were able to have green eggs and ham.

Au revoir, mes amis. À ce soir.