French Quarter - New Orleans

90% of my time in New Orleans were spent in the service-learning conference and the hotel.  

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.