Once again, we walked to the Convention Center, about twenty blocks. We took a different route. On the way, we saw that folks decorate the trees, the wires, and the ironwork with Mardi Gras beads flung up to drape garishly. forestcats has taken a number of photos of same; watch her journal for when she posts them. We passed a sandwich place that we had visited five years ago on our perambulations, and we stopped in for a very tasty breakfast, and then moved on to the classes.
The effects of the legal changes are rather obvious; the drug reps have much less to do, and there's not much going on in here. Aside from the computer time, I have no reason to be in here, except for waiting for the next class, which I will momentarily be off to.
Can't wait for tonight's dinner. Oh, yum!