I think it is really weird to be on vacation and still feel at home. Living someplace for ten years establishes it pretty permanently in your psyche.
Thing have changed, though.
Our old house used to be French Provincial with bricks and stucco.
Now it is boring.
The Lake Ponchartrain levy is much higher.
The shore is less accessible.
New Orleans itself has changed some, too.
Casinos have opened.
Charity Hospital has closed.
Paul and Cherry said my picture of Charity Hospital, taken in the dark from a moving vehicle, would not turn out. I think it turned out pretty danged interesting
On the other hand, some things never change.
Tomorrow: We hit the French Quarter.