it is 40-odd degrees in New Orleans (with WWOZ on the actual radio instead of streaming, albeit from Baton Rouge) the quarter is deserted, i need to go find food, i got wireless in the room for a mere $5 extra and i will go out and scuff around now after i drink this cuppa coffee.
a man on the airport shuttle is a tattoo artist who has worked in NOLA off and on and he tells us his ex-boss called him up, flew him down and bought him a place to stay in the quarter for a week, so many are the FEMAs who want tattoos on their nights off. bourbon street should be interesting, just half a block away.
no, i really can't do it, this is hotel coffee, i gotta go out and get some real stuff.
