Exchange Place where Meredith and David used to live. It was the Tobacco Exchange where business was conducted and auctions took place.
Their former balcony and windows.
There is still a tobacco shop on Exchange Place.
See the camera? That can be accessed through a NOLA website so they would let me know when they were heading out, I would go on line and they would wave at me. I would wave back even though they couldn't see me.
Where but in New Orleans??
Brennan's just because I have heard of it all my life.
Filagree. In the Quarter, a "typical" corner.
Again for no reason but I have heard of it forever.
Street performer teaching a little tourist to strut.
Street band - one of many and they can all play amazing jazz!
New Orleans Mardi Gras Indians are African American and Afro Creole bands of mostly working-class men who use the European Carnival day or “Fat Tuesday” to express cultural continuity within black communities across the cityscape.
And just so you know as I write this there are 261 days, 11 hours and 35 minutes until Mardi Gras.
A cool refreshing air conditioned stop on the way home. I know I said I don't do the booze and my strawberry mojito had no alcohol or carbonation and was Wonderful, thanks to a very good bar tender. It was a lovely afternoon.
3 comments:
I grew up hearing the story of how I ate saltine crackers in the Court of Two Sisters... Seems Mother traveled with her infant daughter (me) from Chattanooga to meet Daddy when he was finishing up his six weeks of National Guard duty....scraping barnacles off ships docked in New Orleans. Didn't return until my Girl Scout troop rode the train down from Texarkana when I was ten or eleven. It's more fun to experience as an adult!
I grew up hearing the story of how I ate saltine crackers in the Court of Two Sisters... Seems Mother traveled with her infant daughter (me) from Chattanooga to meet Daddy when he was finishing up his six weeks of National Guard duty....scraping barnacles off ships docked in New Orleans. Didn't return until my Girl Scout troop rode the train down from Texarkana when I was ten or eleven. It's more fun to experience as an adult!
Much more fun as an adult!!! And in the company of one living here. I had been once as well - when I was 8 or 9, and only for a few hours. This is being wonderful.
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