A woman on a phone sits behind a desk.    A drawing of Burbon Street as it looked many years ago, something like what I saw then.

  Writeup on the history of Burbon Street.

This was the plaque next to the door of the room where I stayed, 421.

Door to room 421.   A table full of yummy food.

421 was almost as far from the elevator as you could get, down some long halls, past some forks in the way, and through a few doors. For contrast, Dad and Evelyn had about four steps to go from their door to the elevator. There room was the big gathering place for the Thanksgiving feast and many evenings of social time.