I’m off to New Orleans for a long weekend. Back on Tuesday. Mardi Gras is over, the Garden District and the Quarter are quiet (well, relatively speaking at least) and lovely, and it’s almost seventy degrees. Said Steve: “I don’t know… you might not have waited long enough [after Mardi Gras] for the stench of beer and vomit to dissipate…”
Let’s hope he’s wrong.
À bientôt, mes freres!