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…
Tag: New Orleans
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…
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…
The Day the Ships Rolled In
I stood at the Bienville Street Wharf under a heavy post-storm sky. As the gulls swooped and swarmed over the river to claim as their own that which the rains had kicked up, and the wind careened through my hair, I closed my eyes and just…listened. The greedy gulls, the thwap-slosh-thwap of the river slapping…
Street Art: New Orleans Era
Good morning, rainy world. At least, it is rainy here this morning, with those big ol’ thunderBOOMS that the dawg seems to finally be starting to figure out. At least, every time one rings out over the wet grey sky, he doesn’t jump up, run around, shake, and hide under my feet. Little guy must be adapting!…
French Quarter Festival, At Last!
I seem to be having more adventures that I can write about in a timely manner. Of course, the hotel having a busted wireless modem didn’t help, or else I would have been all tidily caught up by now…I have been internetless for days. Today, it occurred to us that I could freely network in…
Follow Your Crazy 