New Orleans, I write this with a gaping wound in the middle of my chest. You see, we have to leave you, and it breaks my heart. This heart is, quite literally, on the ground, smashed into miniscule bits. New Orleans, I love you so much. So much so, that we arrived on your crescent…
Category: New Orleans
An Epic Stroll (Warning: Contains Sweat. And Also a Bead Dog.)
This past Friday, I had it in my overly-active mind that it would be a Good Idea to spend 9 hours on foot in the Garden District, wandering the Magazine St. corridor. See, J is working now (YAY!) on ‘Zine St., often needs the car for work, and this thereby renders me stranded in The Room…
A Royal Mystery
The Royal Pharmacy, which crouches on the corner of Royal St. and Ursulines in the French Quarter, has rather an aura of Landmark about it. An aura of “I have always been here” and, really, that is not entirely untrue. From what I have been able to discover thus far, the property has been a…
A Little Less New, A Little More Native
It can be difficult sometimes, being the New Kid in a New City. It helps, when someone else is the New Kid right along with you, but then you are both together on the other side of that wall, seeking the proper nook or cranny by which to gain entrance. It is because of this…
Le Musée Conti
It is astonishing, on a 90° day with 74% humidity in New Orleans, the grand difference it makes depending on whether the sun is, or is not, behind a cloud. If the sun is tucked in all cozy-like behind a soft blanket of cloud cover, the temperature outdoors is more than tolerable, it is downright…
Midnight in Paris
Picture this: After a seriously stunning montage of daily Parisian views, your screen falls completely dark, save for some opening credits. The only sensory input one then receives is the dialogue that opens this film, and this is what you hear: Gil: This is unbelievable! Look at this! There’s no city like this in the…
Mother’s Day Mudbugs
This past Sunday was Mother’s Day. Of course, this meant that I called my glorious mum and had the pleasure of chatting with my parents for a bit. Which was awesome. It felt really strange to not be up that morning, preparing to hit the road for the short jaunt up to their place to…
Bead Dogs Read More
Every job interview that I’ve had since I moved here has been somewhere on St. Charles Avenue. This is a delight to me, as one of my now-most-favorite routes, when I am to-and-fro-ing, is the jaunt allll the way out St. Charles, then up Carrollton Ave., until I hit I-10 back to this Metairie place…or vice versa,…
Touch Wood, Scratch a Stay, Turn Three Times
…”May the Lord and saints preserve us.” One must do this, aboard a ship, for luck, as my own dad (a salty dog in his own right) reminded me when I told him the ships were a’comin’. I can safely report that J and I did just this, on all three tall ships when we…
Follow Your Crazy 