Well and well, day one and done. Architecture, parade one, tuba brass etc, Baby Dolls(!!!). Abita beer, a bar called Bud Rips, a bar that is gentrified now but once did not allow women or any non-whites and one night I jumped behind a bar because knives busted out and oh!, a Mardi Gras Indian at parade number Two, a tiny, perfect very New Orleans appropriate neighbourhood library and a visit to my old apartment, sigh. So much. So far back in time. In the end, I think I really, really conquered my 10,000 steps.