Sunday update

We actually called it a night early on Saturday. It was mostly my fault; I was exhausted, and perhaps a combination of heat, dehydration from the days out in the wind on the bike, and a really rich dinner at Mulates (one of our favorite NOLA resuaurants) caused me to just about fall asleep on my feet

Hey, I am one exciting guy to go on vacation with!

By the way, mileage on Saturday was 301.

On Sunday, we walked all over the French Quarter, had lunch at a little place right on Jackson Square, and helped root the Saints to victory over the hated Tampa Bay Bucaneers. I assume they were hated. The game was a sell-out and the second home game played in the Superdome since its reopening. I think in New Orleans the tailgating isn't confined to the parking lot. We saw people in Saints garb all over town whooping it up in the back of pickup trucks. Capes, top hats, and gold-tipped walking sticks were the most popular uniform. Either that or we stumbled into the biggest "jazz funeral" in the history of Louisiana.

We ate dinner at a little restaurant called "Mother's." It's really popular with the locals...cheap and good food. Fine for us; I forgot my dinner jacket anyway. Now we're sitting back at the palace and contemplating a walk to Pat O'Brien's for a session in their piano bar. I love their marketing slogan: "Pat O'Brien's. Turning 'one drink' into '4:00 a.m.' since 1935."

We didn't carry a camera today, but tomorrow will be a photo day so there will be something other than words to look at.

George