Toey and Christina may have their local herd of cats, but the French Market has something more exotic.
We actually saw a dead alligator by the side of the road on our way back from New Orleans. Thought at first it was an armadillo. Not sure which is stranger.
As you all know, we spent the weekend in New Orleans, picking up Pamela. As always, we managed to squeeze in some shopping and some eating. We met some of Pamela's friends, including her boyfriend Mark, and broke our rule about not entering the dreaded dorm room. Those in the know will see that Pamela's doesn't hold a candle to some end-of-year disasters we've known, but it was bad enough:
After a couple of days of stuffing things in bins and trucking them out to storage beneath the Huey P. Long bridge, the result was acceptable:
Benjamin arrived at home while we were gone, so we had the full complement for dinner last night, including Geoffrey and Jennifer, who kindly prepared the side dishes for the steaks Benjamin cooked.
