Monday, July 05, 2010


When in N'awlins...
Photos from our new home in the French Quarter:

 4 July 2010: everything flowed to perfection- the flight to New Orleans arrived early. Chatted with a violin teacher  on the flight. KT and Dan whisked Dar and me to the Acme Oyster Bar uptown- for, yes, char-broiled oysters and a shrimp po-boy. Yum. We visited in the garden of our new home, sipped Mimosas, listened to the local jazz and blues and Cajun music on the sound system/ radio. Listened to Dar's salty talk and made Plans for the evening. Spoke Yat. Called Starr.

Took a swim in the refreshing water of the pool. Nap time.

Sunset. As the fireworks burst over the Mississippi River, as the art party of KT's friend Bryan (from clever Howard Finster pieces to original erotic Picasso Etchings) roared on high on a balcony overlooking the Quarter, as we ate raspberries and strawberries, I felt transformed into a timeless New Orleans being. After the party, after the fireworks, we strolled down reveling upper Bourbon to the Pirate bar where KT treated us to drinks made with the blood of a shark and a back scratch swizzle (no, not real blood). The jazz band was just too loud for me so we returned to our French Quarter oasis garden on Dauphine to fall asleep to the zen splash of water in the fountains.


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