John, the French Quarter is about as inner city as it gets without being in the 'hood. Parking in a lot, walking to one's target. It seems to me that the baby jogger, or bikinied Swede(s) is the way to go. Hit the lot, wrestle the rig out of the trunk (obviously, I'm discounting the possibility of the Swedes, whom I would not keep in the trunk) and go to town, so to speak. I actually kind of like the dweebiness of the idea. Now I just have to find one that fits everything and doesn't cost half a lens.