really it shot down in bullets

Eventually we gave up and went back inside. And later scampered through yet more rain in search of the World's Best (so far) Bread Pudding. Who even knew there was such a thing. There is. Oooh, yes, there is.

I'd like to point out how disgustingly filthy the spume is, there, on the manhole cover. Trixie related to us a horrible sight she had the night before: a guy dropped his cigarette on Bourbon Street, picked it up, and kept on smoking it. Altogether now: ew!