After numbing to the Ninth Ward, we headed over to Metairie, a suburb one town over from downtown. It was in decent shape because it was on one side of the levee that broke. But as soon as you crossed the levee it resembled the ninth ward. And we were in LakeView, an affluent area of upscale homes. Abandoned. Brick tudors that looked like beautiful homes, except that nobody was living inside. as you drove up a boulevard, you could see a yellowish water line about 10 or 12 feet up on each house. Imagining the entire area under 10 feet of water was too difficult to imagine. We stopped and walked in one abandoned house with no doors or windows, a brick ranch house. It had ceiling fans, and the blades of the ceiling fan were dropping down like the pedals of a dead flower, obviously under water when the levees burst. the wallboard was peeled off throughout the house, exposing beams. Again, just eerie to think that somebody lived here and who knows if and when somebody would again. And this was not just one house, but an entire one mile stretch of homes. And that was five miles wide. We drove to Lake Pontchartain and weekend homes sitting lakefront were ruined, victims of wind and water. It was good to see somebody kept their sense of humor. On the side of one house was written: For Sale. Some work needed.