text_original: Squalidity first met our eyes. Below us, crowded between the levee and the row of houses, were dozens of squalid market stalls tended by cotton clad negroes. Beyond, across the bare Place d'Armes, a blackened gap in the line of houses bore witness to the devastation of the year gone by, while here and there a roof, struck by the setting sun, gleamed fiery red with its new tiles.
text_transcription: SQUALIDITY FIRST MET OUR EYES BELOW US CROWDED BETWEEN THE LEVEE AND THE ROW OF HOUSES WERE DOZENS OF SQUALID MARKET STALLS TENDED BY COTTON CLAD NEGROES BEYOND ACROSS THE BARE PLACE DE ARMS A BLACKENED GAP IN THE LINE OF HOUSES BORE WITNESS TO THE DEVASTATION OF THE YEAR GONE BY WHILE HERE AND THERE A ROOF STRUCK BY THE SETTING SUN GLEAMED FIERY RED WITH ITS NEW TILES
phonemes: skwɑːlˈɪdᵻɾi fˈɜːst mˈɛt ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz. bᵻlˈoʊ ˌʌs, kɹˈaʊdᵻd bᵻtwˌiːn ðə lˈɛviː ænd ðə ɹˈoʊ ʌv hˈaʊzᵻz, wɜː dˈʌzənz ʌv skwˈɑːlɪd mˈɑːɹkɪt stˈɔːlz tˈɛndᵻd baɪ kˈɑːʔn̩ klˈæd nˈiːɡɹoʊz. bᵻjˈɔnd, əkɹˌɑːs ðə bˈɛɹ plˈeɪs dˈɑːɹmz, ɐ blˈækənd ɡˈæp ɪnðə lˈaɪn ʌv hˈaʊzᵻz bˈɔːɹ wˈɪtnəs tə ðə dˌɛvᵻstˈeɪʃən ʌvðə jˈɪɹ ɡɔn bˈaɪ, wˌaɪl hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ ɐ ɹˈuːf, stɹˈʌk baɪ ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn, ɡlˈiːmd fˈaɪɚɹi ɹˈɛd wɪð ɪts nˈuː tˈaɪlz.