In the early 1990’s, we landed in New Orleans to meet up with friends from Baton Rouge. We had reservations at the Fairmont Hotel. It turns out that President Clinton was arriving in two hours to speak there. Our cab driver said there’s no way he can get near the hotel with traffic and blocked roads, etc. owing to the event. With the proper incentive (I doubled the fare) he said we could go through a back road and get into the rear of the hotel. He knew his stuff and we hauled our bags from the hotel’s loading area, through the maintenance supply room and into a freight elevator which took us to the balcony facing the lobby. No one stopped or questioned us. The balcony had been fortified with plywood and framing to block every elevator and stairwell besides the ones we were using. I got to an old fashioned house phone and called the front desk. After several tries an assistant manager met us and guided us through security to register and get our key. We were able to access our room and received complimentary room service.
Just a 50ish couple without any knowledge of the city, the hotel and the security apparatus. So much for weeks of planning to prevent disaster.