You find yourself in New Orleans, Paris in the swamp. The smell of cafe' au lait and vomit whiffs up from the cobblestone streets of the French Quarter. You stroll inside one of a number of Burlesque joints that are so popular here in 1968 and toss down a few Mint Juleps. Behind the stage you notice a stairway and decide to climb it. In a sweltering, smoke filled dressing room you find Hippy Chick talking to her manager. She's been performing here at the Booby Trap for a couple of weeks, but is now having second thoughts about her chosen career.

If you want to talk to Hippy Chick click here.

If you want to wander out of the French Quarter and into down town click here.

If you want to walk out onto Bourbon Street, palpitating heart of the French Quarter