In the meantime, here is proof that I am here:
And here is the view from my hotel room, looking out over Bourbon Street (or at least I think that is Bourbon St.).
I am happy to be safely situated in a non-conference hotel that will go unnamed. As it turns out, I happened to pick the hotel where all the disappointed Florida Gator fans are staying. To be honest, it is refreshing to be surrounded by college football fans instead of the usual historians--you can pick them out from a mile away walking down Canal Street. And tomorrow, when I put on my blazer and khaki pants (my students call it "the uniform") I will be one of them!