Welcome back, Gentle Reader(s), to the third report from New Orleans for 2017, with the added bonus of Ye Olde Matador Playliste. It has been nearly two months since my last posting and in the intervening days I have been traveling back and forth betwixt and between Ink North and Ink South whilst doing my best to keep body and soul in a relatively sound state of repair (the mind being another matter altogether). Central to the satisfactory pursuit of this goal is regularly climbing aboard the varied fleet of Inkcycles resident in my far flung locales to take to the streets and trails to observe and consider life’s rich pageant. Riding the bicycle is an undertaking of quasi-religious import for Your Humble Narrator, providing exercise, pleasure, excitement, contemplation, and a much-needed respite from the woes and cares of life in these trying times. I am resolute in my conviction that the bicycle is not only the finest mode of transportation ever devised, but also one of mankind’s greatest inventions overall. Regardless of whom one credits the origination of human-powered two-wheeled transport with (the various claims are well laid out here, through the good graces of Wikipedia), the bicycle makes the world a better place. This I truly believe.