New Orleans: First Impressions

Peppy violin-y Cajun music instead of the usual elevator-style crap in the airport.
Sort-of off-putting self-cleaning revolving toilet seat that stays oddly wet once it's cleaned itself. And is wrapped in mysterious plastic substance.
Mardi Gras signs everywhere already (note to self: when sent on business trip next time, check dates to make sure you aren't leaving destination literally days before epic world-renowned party before booking flights. Fail).
Hot and muggyyyy. Hair becoming more inflated by second. At least curls disguise frizz.
Omg the taxi queue. Have not seen one this bad since mid-January freezing episodes out in Sunderland, otherwise known as dregs of northern UK society and land of slowest taxis ever.
When finally caught one, smells delicious inside. Like super-potent rose perfume. Except driver is a guy. Noticed this in Florida too -- southern thing?
Warmth is amazing. Who decided to colonize anywhere north of Virginia, and why?
All the signs are subtitled in French. Feel like am back in Europe where everyone is posh and speaks French as their second language, not spanish, which is sure sign of American, especially if your Spanish has mexican accent (oh hai).
Wish work had sent functioning computer and not large paperweight so would not be typing this on phone with all it's bad capitalizing.
On Canal street now, pulling up to hotel, through the city. Wow. More once I can explore properly.