Sunday 9 November 2003

All partied out, my hotel coffee machine is making me peppermint tea (having forsworn caffeine for the duration of the trip to aid with jetlag), I've got breakfast from the French bakery across the street, and I'm just going to slowly pack my case, have a swim, and then head for the airport. New Orleans is so full-on, that sometimes a bit of time in an anonymous, characterless but efficient hotel room can be welcome. But I hope I come back again sometime.