|We stayed for two days at the Grand Casino in Biloxi (a Harrah's resort) with free rooms, then stayed one more night in our motorhome in a vacant lot opposite the Hard Rock Casino. We had to save on our accommodation - the casinos, mostly the Hard Rock, took our spare cash! We did have some good meals, and the Hard Rock had lots of great rock'n'roll artifacts everywhere to look at. The city itself had been hard hit by Hurricane Katrina, and they were busy re-doing the man-made beach on the waterfront. City parks, where trees had been killed by the hurricanes, had hired chainsaw carvers to come in and make the tree stumps into statues - a novel idea. When we went to leave the city we stopped at Beauvoir on our way: Beauvoir was the large waterfront home where Jefferson Davis spent the years after the Civil War was over. He was the head of the Confederacy, and therefore President of the Confederate county while it existed. When they lost the war, his own plantation was confiscated, and he moved to Biloxi with a limited income. After he and his family were gone, the home was turned into a home/hospital for Confederate war veterans, and a graveyard out back was built for them. The house was fairly nice although not huge, but it had all been refinished after huge amounts of damage from Katrina. All old outbuildings were destroyed all together, including the house's old separate kitchen. After seeing Beauvoir, we headed back to the freeway and worked our way across the lower end of Mississippi into Louisiana. Eventually we got onto one of the endless bridges over Lake Pontchartrain, and found our way to a New Orleans campsite recommended by one of the state tourist information places. It is basically a fancy paved lot, with full hook-ups and a centre with rec facilities, pool, washrooms and laundry etc., but it is all inside a high concrete wall with security fencing and gates. We are only two blocks from the old French Quarter, just off Basin Street, and while it is great walking into the French Quarter, we were told to be careful where we went at night, and so haven't been out late.