Our group is happily ensconced at Hotel Monteleone, whose literary pedigree makes for an atmospheric home base in New Orleans.
My first impression of the city is that music and dancing really are everywhere. Sunday at the French Market was especially lively.
I was surprised to find a book by Canadian author Michael Ondaatje on a shelf devoted to Southern writers. I spoke to Geraldine at the Librairie Book Shop, who assured me it was no mistake. Can you guess why?
