Mardi Gras has just wrapped up and things are getting back to normal, French Quarter normal. In the madness leading up to the holiday I had a few visitors share stories, but I must confess it has been a crazy few weeks, so bear with me. This is how I remember the stories, if there are any discrepancies please pardon my memory.
A week or so before Mardi Gras I had a man on my tour who was visiting with friends. He seemed a relatively quiet working man. A few years back he was working in Northern California. One evening, around dusk, he and two other men were riding from Oakland to San Francisco and they were driving over a bridge. Well, he looked across the water and noticed another bridge being built. Only the bridge was kind of grey and very thin, only maybe fours inches thick, nothing like the average thickness of a bridge. He was amazed and turned to his friend, "Hey, check out that bridge. Can you believe they can build something that thin? Wow." He friend agreed it was amazing. They asked their friend in the backseat what he thought and he glanced up briefly and mumbled in agreement.
They went to San Fransico and finished up their job. A few days later they drove back to Oakland. They crossed the same bridge and looked over to see how construction on that mysterious thin bridge was going. There was nothing there.