New Orleans again

My Beloved tells me that the Camellia Grill is in fact not part of the touristy part of New Orleans at all. It was at the intersection of two street car lines on the edge of the Garden District where the rich folk live in antebellum or reproduction mansions. I owe Amanda Eyre an apology I guess.

On the week-end I tried to read a book about the development of standard time called Time Lord. I love popular science but this was so badly overwritten that what could have been an interesting story to fill up several days made go to an encyclpedia instead. Life's too short to waste it reading dull books.