is Monday. I'm pretty sure today is Tuesday.
Lite breakfast. Left the ship at 10 am. It is sunny and warm. Most
harbor ports are not located in areas convenient for tourism. The taxi
to the mall was $26.
A few toiletries, AAA batteries, tea. Ear bud for the iPod. A foam pad
for the bed. On return, the port gate guard knew exactly what the foam
pad was for. Said he had seen many foam pads come through the gate.
Well, it is not the same as the sleep number bed, but it is very
comfortable now.
Lunch was Kingston shrimp and red wine at Serrano's Salsa Company.
Second taxi was to the French Quarter. Hasn't changed much since my
prior visits in 1965 and 1966, except I didn't have any law enforcement
encounters this time. Much is unchanging. St. Louis Cathedral, the
chicory cafe along the levee and the art on the St. Louis Square fence. I
would say the quality of the art has suffered. I already have enough tee
shirts, but I did take a few interesting pictures.
When I got back, the barge crane crew and the stevedores were just
transferring a second hugh transformer onto a special rail car.
Checked in with the Master and the Chief Mate.
No supper tonight. Maybe some fresh fruit later on
The red-red sun has just burned its way down through the haze on the
western horizon. Time for a movie.
