Evening arrival in the deep south (arrival day - part II)

We are here.

And you can tell.  The south is distinct - a tempo all its own. Humid gulf air, spikes of Cajun spice, and hints of jazz.

The speech is slow, deliberate, d-r-a-w-n out.  You can close your eyes and relish great meaning by listening to the syllables.  There is less emphasis placed on what is said - you listen to how its said.

Our flight was late, but getting out of the airport was a snap.  The sun was setting over runway 10/29.  At 4 foot above sea level - the last rays of sun glisten off yesterdays pouring rain.

The highlight was arriving at our rented home for the week.  It is called the "Jazz Cottage" just west of the famous French Quarter (http://www.vrbo.com/287384).
Our host, Bob Hanna was a gem to meet and listen to.  He showed us around and gave us  pointers about the great southern city.

We looked around, grabbed a quick cajun meal (the Creole Cottage on Esplanade) and slipped into bed.  Nice place - can't wait to explore!