Portrait of a Sunday (and a Monday Morning)

The rain was blowing sideways off the Mississippi River when we got in line to get into Cafe du Monde. I turned my red umbrella sideways to block it, and waited patiently with a dry head and a drenched grey skirt. The trick to sitting at a table in Cafe du Monde, you see, is…

Recap 3: Arrival

There is a distinct and sudden feeling of Otherness, the second you cross over the border from eastern Texas into Louisiana.  Reclaiming the helm at a welcome center just across the line, I immediately cruised us through Shreveport, and knew I was in the right state because the pro-environmental billboard on the side of the…