re: #155 Decatur Deb

Th improvisation of this return leg of the March of Folly has taken an unfortunate turn. We find the expedition camped a few hundred yards from the Mississippi. The plan to rush through to the Pensacola beaches for a few days of staring at the Gulf is no more—Local schools have scheduled Fall Break, and all campsites are filled. Thus we find ourselves stuck here, two miles from the French Quarter, with no way to occupy the next two days.

Maybe go into the French Quarter and also to the French Market, then eat, drink, and be merry?