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Whenever I see the classic Tomorrowland archway, I can't help but wonder what fool commissioned the giant cupholder that replaced it. Maybe this one just had too many nooks and crannies to dust.

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The French Quarter by Jelltex

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We wake up after over nine hours sleep, so don't regret our bailing before dark the night before after dinner. We slept like babies, and woke feeling refreshed and ready to explore. Our hotel is on Canal Street, which seems to split the city in half. The part behind the hotel is the historic French Quarter with all its attractions, on the other side of the street is the more modern part.

We shower, get dressed, I am all tooled up with cameras. There is no real plan.

We walk down towards the waterfront, but soon stop for breakfast at a fine looking place, where for eighteen bucks we can have an all you can eat buffet breakfast, and lots of coffee. Which is good.

It is early in Crescent City, there are just a few other diners, and our server is a fine college graduate trying to make his way in the world of music, holding down this job while he gets his own company off the ground. That's what he told us. Might not have believed it in Vegas, but here, probably.

The good is excellent, especially the spicy gator sausages Yes, alligator.

Coffee is better though.

After filling ourselves up, we walk back out and wander down Canal Street further, over the busy intersection, past the casino, over the tram and railroad tracks, up the levee and there, is the mighty Mississippi. All grey and confused. Here the river is confined between levees on either side, so is not that wide, away on the right, two huge bridges carry the interstate high enough to allow the biggest of ships to enter the river.

In front of us, a modern version of a paddle steamer is getting ready for the first cruise of the day, all with meals laid on, of course.

We skip that, we walk towards the bridges, but our way is blocked by a freight yard. So, we walk through the shopping mall, full of shops selling things we don't need. Stuff no one needs if I'm honest.

Across the main street again, turning right into the French Quarter. We are met by a dazzling collection of wonderful buildings, many with wrought iron balconies and leafy pom poms hanging. And all around the detritus from the previous night's festivities.

The epicentre of the party version of Nawlins is Bourbon Street which is lined with bars all competing with each other to sell the same mass-produced cocktails, all showing bright neon lights, even at ten in the morning. And people had already started drinking.

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