Last night Kenneth and I went to the French Quarter to have dinner after a full day at the conference.
We had deep fried alligator, which tasted a bit like a cross between chicken and lean pork.
The French Quarter did not seem dramatically different from what I remembered from my last time here, almost 30 years ago.
Perhaps my encounter in Buenos Aires spooked me; we went back to the hotel soon after dinner.
I probably would have stayed longer before.