text_original: The shadows of tree top, thatch, and wall were lengthening as I walked along the Rue Bourbon. Heedless of what the morrow might bring forth, the street was given over to festivity.
text_transcription: THE SHADOWS OF TREE TOP THATCH AND WALL WERE LENGTHENING AS I WALKED ALONG THE RUE BOURBAN HEEDLESS OF WHAT THE MORROW MIGHT BRING FORTH THE STREET WAS GIVEN OVER TO FESTIVITY
phonemes: ðə ʃˈædoʊz ʌv tɹˈiː tˈɑːp, θˈætʃ, ænd wˈɔːl wɜː lˈɛŋθənɪŋ æz aɪ wˈɔːkt ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈuː bˈɜːbən. hˈiːdləs ʌv wʌt ðə mˈɑːɹoʊ mˌaɪt bɹˈɪŋ fˈɔːɹθ, ðə stɹˈiːt wʌz ɡˈɪvən ˌoʊvɚ tə fɛstˈɪvᵻɾi.