An attack of extreme nostalgia last night, missing New Or...

An attack of extreme nostalgia last night, missing New Orleans. It was, by the way, Spring Break there. I stayed strictly away from Bourbon Street: when you've seen one drunk college-student, you've seen 'em all. It'll be Spring Break HERE next week (and I'LL be on break after tonight, yay!!!) (except for grading exams), and I'll take a couple of days to go visit my friend Victoria up north.

People say it's sort of a waste that I lived in New Orleans because I don't like jazz, don't drink, and am allergic to shellfish. Since I was traveling alone I didn't go out to the fancy places like Upperline and Commander's - mostly it was jambalaya at Maspero's (which was phenomenal) and red beans at the Gumbo Shop (also excellent). I was recommended to a couple of new places, though: Oceana on (I believe) Conti; and, phenomenally, The Green Goddess on Exchange Alley. Antoine's has opened a little gelato-and-snacks cafe on Royal, which was wonderful. My dear friend Jill (who runs The Chimes, the best b'n'b in New Orleans) took me to a place that used to be my old uptown favorite,Copelands. Copelands is long closed, but has been replaced by a marvelous seafood restaurant (whose name I'll look up later). Best salad of the journey.

But odd, to go to a new place and know exactly where the restrooms are.