update ;)

We got to the magic number - 6x 6er's in one room drinking Irish/Scotch/US whiskey/whisky/bourbon. 
Shauna is here somewhere and Michael & Teresa are en route...
Just going to line the stomach ;)

Breakfast

Not at Tiffany's but at Stanley's.   Piles of pancakes, strong coffee and grey marble topped tables.  The cafe on the corner of Jackson Square has long tall windows, views of red painted building and scrollwork balcony out of one side; the other looking at the square with it's tarot card readers, people on a wheeled "walking tour, bobbing forwards and backwards to speed or slow. 

Wood and glass and marble reflections; the height of the room making all the people stick to the lowest quartile of available space.  Portions and proportions, we are not dwarfed by the space, New Orleans seems to be built on a more human scale, the ubiquitous skyscrapers away from this part of town. 
I like it.

Day 1

The Mississippi, unsuspected from the night before
Seen grey and opalescent from our eleventh floor
Hard-edged bright orange circle of the sun
It's cloud-cut rising at the start of HoW day one.

we're here!

and pretty awake considering we were travelling and awake for 24hrs "yesterday"... The sun is just rising over the river and we are having a coffee & getting our heads together and planning (ok, deciding to mooch) for the day to get oriented and perusing maps...

Joe/Dwight predicted the time we would arrive at the hotel last night, and gave us a great welcome, rising from his perch on the bar stool in Lafitte's, where we later joined him for a quick beer and some appetisers before going our separate ways; us to bed to (hopefully) reduce our zombified demeanor, and Joe to try his luck at the casino across the road.  The free drinks for ladies offer at Harah's was tempting, but I wasn't sure I was capable of passing for a "lady" at that time ;)

Chatting over who was arriving when, we discovered that unfortunately Grey may not be able to join us;  which is a great shame as we were looking forward to meeting her; along with all the people who willl be arriving later today!

Sandra is busily writing in her notebooks, and I am brain dead wrt writing at the moment; since we flew Delta airlines via Memphis I have the "Ohrwurm" of the song "walking in Memphis" cycling around my head.  Not even the beer in the airport bar, charmingly accompanied by an Elvis impersonator crooning behind us, has managed to drive this song out of my head... I suspect it's there for the duration...

see you later!