Did I mention ducks?

It's six hours by plane from Portland to New Orleans, including the stop in Texas. We all managed the flight well, though the noodle took the time change harder than the rest of us. Sleeping in was the natural response.






After waking up and consuming a bit of coffee, we explored our neighborhood. The house we stayed in, a fine two bedroom shotgun, was close to both a large open area between two streets (that I believe is called "common ground") and City Park. Sylvia discovered the joy of an improvised swing as we made our way northwestish along Orleans St.

More shotgun houses along the way.

City Park offers playgrounds (well used by the Noodle), ponds, ducks, geese, a sculpture park and museum, and benches for people of all heights.

Did I mention ducks?