NOLA

It's pretty cool here in New Orleans. Neither Robin or I have been to the French Quarter, and it's amazing.

Being here early on a Monday morn makes for easy walking around, it's pretty light on tourists right now; though Robin did narrowly escape stepping in some puke.
Tried halfheartedly to walk past Preservation Hall, but missed it by a couple streets (Sorry Dad, wanted to get a pic for you). We'll have to go back when we can actually check out some music. We got in too late last night to get out there.

So, the beignet. We're wondering if it's a french sopapillas, or churro? I found the batter slightly eggy, like egg bread. Any ideas??

Our hotel was built in 1907, and the bell hop was trying to scare us with ghost stories about the room at the end of the hall (see pic). He said all the objects in the room moved to one wall.... Our night was incident free.