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It's no good. I haven't posted anything to speak of about Katrina and New Orleans, because I haven't anything helpful to add, but I can't stand it any longer. So here are my personal, and not at all useful, reactions.

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On Friday morning, early enough that it was only just starting to get hot and the streets were mostly empty of tourists, we went for a walk around the French Quarter, up Royal Street and then over to Jackson Square and back over to Bourbon Street and so back to Canal Street and our hotel. The only people about were street-cleaners and the occasional vendor just starting to set up for the day, and the odd hung-over tourist on a hotel balcony. The shops on Royal were shut, but their windows offered intriguing glimpses of antiques and art and jewellery. Mostly, I marvelled at the ironwork on balconies and grilles, intricate with flowers and fruit, cheerfully festooned in flags and hanging baskets, draped here and there with faded stray strands of beads. The magnolias were all in bloom, and looking a lot more at home than they do here. Something about Jackson Square started me humming the Marsellaise. Bourbon Street, with its sleazy bars and tacky souvenir stores, was less charming, and has a stink all of its own even in a city that isn't very sweet-smelling at best, but there are still some nice buildings there.


Royal Street Royal Street, Balconies Royal Street Hitching Post

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As promised, here's the detailed (and illustrated) account of what I was up to last Wednesday. A colleague and I spent the afternoon in the Audubon Aquarium of the Americas.

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I'm home. It's been raining and thundering, in what's supposed to be the hot dry season. We went walking in the French quarter quite early this morning. More about that later.


Lily Lily

In a railed corner of Jackson Square, New Orleans

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I am getting very tired, physically and mentally, what with the all the slow walking around with heavy bags and the being in crowds and the sitting in oral sessions. Right now I'm sitting on the floor of a quiet hallway, where there is power and wireless signal, trying to unwind.

New Orleans is not really my kind of town; it's dirty and not very safe-feeling, and the night-life aspect is not attractive to someone whose idea of a good night out is a quiet dinner, a bookstore, and home by 9pm. However, there are things about it that make me smile. Yesterday I went with a colleague to the aquarium, which was delightful and deserves its own multimedia post that I'm not going to try to put together until I get home. Today at lunchtime I went wandering around the mall, buying beads and postcards and admiring amber jewellery and embroidered and lacy table-linens and grinning at the existence of a stall selling nothing but New-Orleans-themed kitty kipple. (I must admit, I have a shallow materialistic streak. Even though part of me insists that that kind of mall sells almost nothing that anyone actually needs, I do enjoy wandering around them.)

This convention center is huge; the staff get around on golf-carts and bikes and tricycles, and it's a ten-minute hike from the room with our posters to the meeting room I'm sitting outside. In my wanderings in search of the room, I passed along a glass-sided hallway overlooking, on one side, our poster and exhibit room, and on the other that for the oil-refinery people who are also having a convention here. The contrast was striking; while ours was shabby and scattered, with intermittent carpet, home-made posters and milling attendees who barely aspire to business-casual, the other side was bright with customized carpeting and colourful, professional-looking booths. Their talks don't look nearly as interesting as ours, though.

I am bemused by the existence of people who apparently make a living studying leaves in streams, as evidenced by the presence of a whole session on the subject at the meeting. No doubt they would think the same about the existence of people who spend their lives analyzing solar acoustic waves. Rather more disturbing is the cheerful matter-of-factness with which, in the room on the other side of the wall, yet other people are discussing the Sumatran earthquakes as sources of messy data, with hardly even a mention of the human devastation they caused.
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New Orleans: Monday Night

The hotel and the convention center both have more than adequate air-conditioning. The half-mile between them, unfortunately, doesn't. More good local food for lunch and dinner: seafood gumbo; turtle soup; Louisiana speckled trout. Also, dinner conversation turned to Pratchett and Stephenson and certain Japanese animated movies whose titles I recognized from rasff and thereabouts. I haven't yet worked out how to get the best from the camera in the difficult lighting conditions of a hangar-sized exhibition hall; it tends to figure out for itself that it needs long exposures, which aren't really suitable for subjects even as mobile as a talkative astronomer. Today's outfit turned out to be one that works best when I have good posture. I don't have good posture when I'm carrying a 20lb bag over one shoulder.



Tuesday Night:

Dinner (yet more gumbo and jambalaya and bread pudding) on a riverboat cruise at sunset, coming back to the glittering towers of the city as dusk fell; paddlewheels churning and flags flying against the pink-grey sky, passing freight ships and barges and other paddleboats on the wide grey river, the breeze just cool enough to be pleasant. Sweeping on past the landing stage and under the great bridge as a band played and dancers whirled on the top deck, and then coming about again and back to a landing stage picked out in lights. Some of my colleagues decided they wanted to go on to the Voodoo Museum afterwards, but I decided I'd had enough fun -- and been on my feet long enough -- for one day.
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[Updating via conference center wireless, with an entry I prepared earlier]

From the air, an expanse of swampy-looking land and green-brown water. On the ground, red oleanders; a tangle of elevated freeways, oddly reminiscent of Birmingham, England; a bird -- surely not a black swan, maybe a duck -- coming in to land on a canal. A clump of skyscrapers, much like any other big American city. So many poster tubes on the plane that the cabin staff made a special announcement reminding people to collect the ones in the closet.

Warm, moist, slightly fetid air on one side of the glass doors, frigid air-conditioning on the other. Moon, almost full, rising over the hotel down the street, and a glimpse of the river. Narrow streets like canyons of grey-brown stone. Flash of neon, glitter of beads and tacky voodoo-themed souvenirs and digital cameras. Red-and-gold trolley car on Canal Street. Swirling jazz music. Peppery shrimp creole and rich bread pudding that reminds me of my grandmother's cooking. Palm trees with their fronds tied up as if they've only recently been planted, with sand around their bases, and sidewalk trees trimmed down to six-foot stumps: relics of last winter's hurricane? Sign on an overflowing trash can: 'New Orleans: Imagine it Clean.

In the morning; the river flat and pale under a haze-gray morning sky.

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