One of the greatest joys of travel for me is the people.  As we were out walking the next day we heard, “I’ve got okra; I’ve got peaches” being sung over a loudspeaker in a colorful truck.  I thought it was the coolest thing ever!  I loved everything about it:  fresh fruits and vegetables delivered right to you, his catchy tune with his deep base voice, and the produce pickup painted so groovy.  Burk loved it too and it became sort of our theme song for the rest of our time in New Orleans.  One of us would start under our breath and the other would do the next line.  We would keep adding food until we ran out of things to think up and then grin at each other before starting over again.  We sang it on the little streetcar we took down through the Garden District.  From the heat and cement of Bourbon Street in the French Quarter to the shaded tree-lined Canal Street with rows of old Southern mansions, we sang Mr. Okra’s jingle from one end of town to the other.  Then we stopped and got out so I could take pictures of the prettiest fence I have ever seen.  The whole thing was verdigris wrought iron made to look like endless stalks of corn rising up out the the ground.  It was made all the more enchanting by the fragrant wisteria that wound itself in and out of the metal rows.  I found myself wishing we could have bought from Mr. Okra as the day wore on.  Again another resolution to begin carrying a little cash.  Actor Damian Lewis said, “People need revelation, and then they need resolution.”  New Orleans had given me both.