Andre in Atlanta: A slow start but a nice recovery
Whenever I travel, I’m always on the lookout for the first little thing that tells you that you’re not home anymore. On the Delta flight to Atlanta I asked for coffee and milk and it was considered perfectly normal to replace the latter with a mixture of partially hydrogenated soybean oil and corn syrup.
If you want to get a good first impression of a new city, Sunday morning is definitively not the right time. Downtown was completely dead and the afternoon thunderstorm didn’t help much. Fortunately I had enough time to sneak up to the 28th floor of the OMNI Hotel where the view of Centennial Park is gorgeous.
Things got a lot better by dinner time. During my studies in Carolina, I developed a taste for southern food and I discovered Pittypat’s Porch a couple of blocks from my hotel. I started with a Sweet Water (a local pale ale) and a bowl of Southern Georgia gumbo. This was followed by fried chicken, mashed potatoes, greens and a peach cobbler that were to die for.
On my way back to the conference center I encountered that gorgeous conjunction of subject and light that photographers dream about. The setting sun was backlighting a large number of kids playing in the fountain.
Now if only somebody would have warned me about those fireworks.