The singing of sad songs makes me sad. I walk by the spirits of a time that has gone by. Reaping cane sugar, one stops to watch me. I can't blame the person. It is not every day that you see death strolling.

I know I am at a preserved plantation. Like a tourist, I want a souvenir. I walk around. Oh man. The historic place is closed for the day.

Another time, another season, I'll wait for a another chance to visit.