It's impossible to sleep in when you're in New Orleans. It's quiet enough, and considering you were probably out late the night before, possibly partying on a balcony or rooftop watching the city shimmer in the late night heat, you'd have every reason to roll over and go back to sleep when the morning sun trickles through your blinds. But you don't. Perhaps it's the heat that has already glued your sheets to your legs, or perhaps it's the neighbourhood cats begging at your back door. But more likely it's your stomach wondering what that local streetside cafe sells for breakfast, or the good natured laughter you hear from the buskers heading for the French Quarter to earn a buck. Whatever the reason, you get up quickly, wash your face with haste, and you go outside. It's going to be a hot one, but you don't want to miss a thing.