Well as always, my initial impression is…this is a big city, I absolutely do not want to be here. It might be a good thing I’m with a group or I think I would leave. The hotel is pretty nice. It is just me but I wish I had my own room. I would pay extra. We’ll see how the food is in the morning. The streetcar was nice, but the operators do not seem to be. As I have learned in many cities, the quickest way to hate the place is to use the public transportation. Maybe I’ll stick with Uber? The French Quarter was nice. I like to see the old buildings and you can almost feel the history emanating from them. It is not like Rome or Carthage but there is a huge history here. When walking through the woods and you find a very large Oak tree and you put your hand on it. You can almost feel the things it has witnessed and been through in the 100 plus years it has been here. Now Maspero’s was so good! The Shrimp and grits was truly to die for. With just enough of a ‘heat’ kick to it. We were all sampling off each other’s plates. I also ordered the desert, it was a caramelized bread pudding with whipped cream and vanilla ice cream. Katy shared with me. The last time I had bread pudding it was in London, and it was horrible. I have not tried it since. So about 10 years. At least the Brits aren’t known for really tasty food, and bread pudding just about left me never wanting to try again. However, Maspero’s didn’t disappoint. Take into account the history of the place your eating in and it all comes together for a memorable night. Our “ghost tour” seemed anything but? I think I heard one ghost story, the rest seemed to be just NOLA history. All fine and well, but c’mon show me the dark seedy violent history that created these hauntings. I never was one for a guided tour to begin with. Give me a map, I’m all over it.