I landed in New Orleans at 9am today, haven’t seen this guy yet, but I’ve got 3 more days to find him.
The airport shuttle drove past a ton of wrecked buildings, some getting rehab, many left for demolition. I was surprised at the number of trailers parked in the front lawns of nice houses and looking like the new primary residence. A really telling sign was most of the churches being closed despite it being prime service hours.
I tried to hit Cafe Du Monde for some beignets, but there were literally 100 people in line. The fried oysters benedict at a nearby restaurant was a fine alternative.
Since I had some time to kill before I could check-in to my hotel and a heavy laptop bag, I went to the IMAX movie Hurricane on the Bayou. It focuses on the loss of the wetlands surrounding New Orleans and how that made the Katrina disaster worse than it could have been. Features some great music, plenty of aftermath footage and narration by Meryl Streep.
Even with it’s partying reputation I was struck by all the folks drinking at 9am. I suppose the Jazz Fest crowd preparing for a noon start time advanced that.