at the bottom of the escalator

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Here’s what we saw at the airport in Austin!

The Funny Grandson had a big smile on his face as he held this sign.  It was a big surprise!!!

Hugs all around!

What a great way to start the holidays.

 I couldn’t resist taking pictures of our breakfast.

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Shrimp omelet with grits.

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“Pain Perdu”, aka French Toast, thin and crispy.

 

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There was nothing left.

 

We spent our last morning in New Orleans having breakfast at The Old Coffeepot and then taking a walk to the Mississippi River.

It’s just over a little hill and was sparkling in the first sunshine we’d seen in the Big Easy.  Chilly and bright, the morning was perfect for a little stroll.

I’m trying to download pictures and will add them asap.  Banjo Man had the camera and delighted in taking all sorts of pictures as we took our last, long walk through parts of the Quarter.

The New Orleans airport smells like gumbo.  We ate lunch at Zatarain’s, near our gate, serenaded by a talented guy on a keyboard.

The music never stops.

An hour and a half later we were in Austin and lo and behold!  Live music on the airport stage.  I think the band was “Hot Nuts Riveters”, but I’m not sure.  I’m going to look them up and see if they have a cd, because they were playing a lively tune that made me want to dance right there by gate 12.

And then at the bottom of the escalator was the main reason we were in Austin.

I was being hugged so much I didn’t get a picture of him, so here’s an older one.

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