Chapter 35: Clamat et Susurro (Shouts and whispers)

Bourdon Street is the most well-known street. It is the heart of the French Quarter, it is here where the party never ends. There are always crowds of revelers, live music, and street performers. It is buzzing with neon signs, free-flowing drinks, and more. We stopped at some street artists as they painted on canvases or even on the sidewalk. As we walked around, you could see the different creatures walking between the humans, blending in as if they were one of them.

We asked around but we got no answer and just weird looks as if we had grown two heads or something. We got an old bugger who said that if we find her, we should call him because he would like to mate her. Drunk as if I would ever do something like that, then I looked at him as if he had grown two heads.

“We should head back home and get dressed so we can go to the club. It is almost 7 pm,” I said as we headed home to go shower and get ready.

At ten we headed down Bourdon Street again towards the end where the older b