Lyf enough as the perfect accompaniment to travel. Well worth a listen. And it had traveled elsewhere without me. So i came on to the hotel. Tried it again, tried the handle, still nothing. Took a deep breath, stuck the card in the door one more time, heard a click. Commenced to open the door, which seemed to open with a surprising minimum of effort on my part. That would be because a blonde chick was opening it from the other side. Happy to have to come to the door and converse with a total stranger. Get over it, sistah. Orleans rendezvous. Key works, room is clean, and empty. Life was commencing to look better. First, two stories. Go buy a strapless bra. Spanx are sort of like a girdle, but different. Orleans, i love you. Crystal hot sauce, and snarfed it down. There are a lot of good seafood restaurants along the beach. Paris of course and the mussels are waaaay plumpier and more savory. Cancale for the huitres.