NO is an aging, somewhat ravaged matron
Monday, 2 December 2019
Coming in from the east, we began our New Orleans wander in the Lower Ninth Ward. It’s mostly still abandoned with some pockets of trash remaining.
The Claiborne Avenue bridge crosses the flood control levees and a shipping canal, hence the section that will rise out of the way.
Downtown, finally. River. Riverboat.
Statue honoring emigrants to New Orleans. I might have chosen “immigrants.”
Jackson Square, with statue in the middle. [We won’t discuss which Jackson.] Cathedral named after Louis IX of France, the only French King who is a saint, so the name is Cathedral-Basilica of Saint Louis, King of France. Seems strange to have saint and king linked. So New Orleans.
New Orleans means beignets and café au lait at Café du Monde. Yes, the business has changed greatly since I first came here in 1967, but it’s still beignets and café au lait at Café du Monde.
New Orleans means street cars.
New Orleans means the maid of Orleans…here Joan is gilded.
New Orleans means upstairs balconies and architectural detail.
Sometimes the balconies are double-tiered.
Down at the market we found this gigantic bow, so large it takes multiple loops of chain to hold it.
Then we shifted neighborhoods and walked past legendary Tipitina’s. I was surprised to read it opened in 1977; I thought it was older. Must be the archaeologist in me.
Random building in the Touro quarter. It is quieter and very residential compared to the French quarter.
And, as my dear friend KW sometimes writes, that is all. 😀