We are here. Picked up at the airport and driven to where we're staying for the first part. A lovely friend of a friend with a lovely home in the Broadmoor neighborhood, who loves New Orleans and who knows it so well. Had dinner with a mixed krewe of our Hostess, a mixed bag of Tulane academics and others. And this is among the elements that I love so much about New Orleans -- that xocial interaction stratification between formal academic experts and artists, etc. and anyone else who cares and studies and knows, is just not there. Which is what it was like in Havana.
It feels almost like I'm dreaming at the moment. I keep thinking I'm back in London (am very tired) but it is so not London. It's so great to be back again. It feels more like home than 'home,' does, i.e. where I was born and grew up.
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