-heroin! at the apothecary museum. it is an absurdly great place. I got there 20 minutes before they closed. it deserves far more time than that.
-garbage in the French Quarter.
-a guy playing a washboard. you could hear him a block away.
-Canal St. I can picture this city at its apex, with a thriving downtown and women wearing white gloves and jazz filling the streets. it's not there anymore. but, is anywhere?
-stairwell in the quarter. it smelled great, like driftwood on a hot beach.
-the underside of the stairs at the (abandoned, derelict) performing arts center at Louis Armstrong Park.
-in the quarter. I asked if I could take their picture. they laughed and said sure. they were quite nice, actually. most everyone here is.
-a close-up! for your pleasure!
-downtown detritus.
-CBD. the wind picked up. ten minutes later I was witness to the most epic thunderstorm of my life.
-Oak St. this is where I wanna live.
-at the park I was admiring the fish and this guy who claimed to be the arborist of the park said "watch this" and threw chunks of bread into the water. holy shit! these are Rio Grande perch, s relative of the piranha. they are not indigenous to the area. "they're a problem" the guy said. "so a couple times a year we go through and kill them all." he also advised me to wear a hat in the hot weather.
-a cool house on Carrollton. it's bring renovated. lots of construction here. it's nice to see.
-Decatur St.
last song I listened to before entering the airport, where I'm writing this: Mamas and the Papas, "dream a little dream of me."
It sounds like you had a wonderful time! Great photos too, by the way :)
ReplyDeleteI was wondering, do you sell your photos? I'd like to purchase some for my living room. Or if you like we could do a trade (I could give you a massage, or art) whenever I come to visit next (probably in a few months). Let me know!