Well, we made it and I managed a slow, dial-up internet connection.
I’m giving notice now that I’m never coming back. JP can keep the blog, I’m here to stay.
Not really, but I wish.New Orleans is a great place. Just the right mix of weather, history and debauchery to keep me interested for life.
We also (thanks to Mrs. TEH’s tireless trip planning) managed to snag a really, really great place to stay just off the French Quarter. It has loads of space, a loft bedroom, a full (and fully stocked) kitchen, a pool, a living room, and on and on.
New Orleans is such a unique city. It’s in a league with places like San Francisco or Las Vegas; there is nowhere else remotely like it.
I had my first shrimp omelet this morning.Lordy, that was good. There are tons of little local restaurants in this neighborhood; I’ll never get through them all.
I’m hoping for a cemetery tour and the D-Day museum on Saturday. And more food.
Yours truly,
Dave
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Ahhh dial up!
Seems like a distant, and painful memory to me. Slam a Dixie for me!
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