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NOVEMBER 17, 2010 4:40PM

New Orleans—We Dat

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Jackson Square

Jackson Square in New Orleans. You can see a larger view of it here. The view is from the top of the French Quarter Visitor Center across Jackson Square to the Saint Louis Cathedral. The Visitor Center is just next door to the world famous Cafe du Monde, and the fabulous beignets and cafe au lait.

 

 

 

gotta do the beignets

 

The Cafe du Monde and Jackson Square seems to be a common beginning point for a further exploration of the French Quarter. Just to the northeast lies the French Market—what used to be a farmers market but is now mostly booths selling crafty wares. To the northwest lies Bourbon Street and all that entails. If you're up and about early in the morning (prime time for photographer's light!) you'll see sidewalks and streets being hosed down, washed with detergent and scrubbed with stiff bristle brooms to rid the walkways of the previous nights dissolute behavior. Note that even with the morning civic ablutions, when you walk past a sidewalk drainage culvert you cannot escape the acrid sour aromas of all that passed before. Time your walk to breathe out as you pass the drains.

 

Begin your day at Cafe du Monde, but be prepared to wait. There's usually a long line out front for seat-yourself table service. But here's a tip: Walk behind the seating area and there's a smaller line for take out only. Get your cafe au lait or black chicory coffee and a bag with fresh warm beignets and walk over to Jackson Square and have your breakfast on an uncrowded bench. They dump a couple of inches of powdered sugar into the bag and put the beignets on top. Make sure the bag is folded and sealed securely at the top and shake the bag before indulging. Powdered sugar gets everywhere, even in your lungs if you're not too careful. Just be sure not to inhale when the beignet gets close to your face. Ahhhhh. There's nothing like a fresh hot beignet. Don't buy the mix as a tourist purchase, make your own from scratch, there's no comparison even given the brand name.

 

There's no end to the entertaining street performances, both static and mobile. Art stands surround the wrought iron fence of Jackson Square and performers vie for your attention and tips throughout the Quarter. I'm happy to tip a dollar or two for compelling performances. But I think the current trend of posting signs that no photography is permitted, or not permitted without tipping is wrong. A tip is a voluntary contribution and up to the patron to decide whether or not to accommodate the convention. 

 

 

FleurDeLis

 

 

An aside leading up to the next image

I've talked before about using common sense when photographing in public places, and that while you're on public property you can take a photograph of just about anything. Unless someone has a reasonable expectation of privacy, such as standing at an ATM machine entering a PIN, if you're on public property you're fair game to be captured by the camera wielders. A very good source detailing photographers' rights can be found at Bert Krages website. He's a lawyer based in San Francisco and is considered one of the leading experts on United States Photography Law. On the link to his website above, you can download a handy PDF that after printing and a couple of judicious snips with a pair of scissors, you'll have a small booklet you can carry with you to remind you of your rights.

 

street performers

 

The gentleman above is an example. As I was leaving Cafe du Monde, pictured behind the man and his hand, I framed the image in an unobtrusive way standing at the curb edge of the sidewalk. He noticed and said I was not allowed to take a photograph of him. I replied, "Actually, we're on public property and I can take a photo of you" said with a smile and in a nice non-confrontational way. He said, "Hell no you can't. Not without putting money in the tip jar." At that point I realized I erred in even engaging him with logic or legal precedent and started to walk away.  Interestingly, several of the people waiting in line said to me as I was leaving. "You really should tip him." The only thing I said after that was "Yes, actually I'm happy to tip performers, but I won't be hijacked into doing so...thanks." There's really no point in arguing, perceptions of what is right or wrong, legal or illegal is often a confused mess made worse by the sense of personal authority regardless of established legal precedent. Of course there is the issue of what needs to happen if you choose to make money off of an image captured legally in a public venue if a subject can be identified. A model release, which I keep in my photo bag, is required. The image above wouldn't fall into the requirement since his pose circumvents the need.

 

no photos

Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo at the corner of Bourbon and St. Ann Streets.

 

No Photos

The sign on the door jamb at Marie Laveau's reads "No: shoes, no shirt, no service… No smoking—this means you! No photos, No filming… No sneezing, No coughing, No food, No misbehaving'… Hell, No Nothing."

 

no photos

 

The sidewalk facing window at Marie Laveau's. I'll risk the voodoo hex on my mortal soul for taking the shot.

 

 

Ah well, as I've said before, it's sometimes better to walk away than to confront and insist on your rights. There are plenty of other opportunities. 

 

It didn't take long to find one.

 

tanya

 

dorise

 

Tanya Huang, top, and Dorise Blackmon are fabulous musicians. Both of their instruments are modern amplified carbon fiber works of art, and their mastery of the instruments shine through. They stake out a corner near a parking space in the road at Royal and St. Ann Streets, but you can hear them from more than a block away. I was happy to contribute, and even bought one of their CDs. You can visit them on their website here. They do instrumental covers from classical to pop and beyond. They're worth a look and listen.

 

a capella

 

a capella

 

a capella

 

The gentlemen above were a delight. Their only instruments were what must have been the first instruments known to man—the human voice. They got a contribution too.

 

 

FleurDeLis

 

 

Walk with me now as we explore some of the sights and sounds flavors and aromas in the rest of the Quarter. I'll present the images with just a note or two for quick scanning. You're free to linger of course.

 

who dat everywhere

Who Dat is everywhere!

 

A public bathing series in Jackson Square

bird bath in Jackson Square in front of Saint Louis Cathedral

 

 

 

 

 

FleurDeLis

 

 

Jackson Square is an oasis in the Quarter. There are no hucksters or performers or other artists allowed inside the wrought iron boundary, though the noise from outside can envelope at times. At the center of the square stands the statue of Andrew Jackson astride a horse.

 

Jackson showing his Johnson

I know it's a primitive pistol poking out, but it is an importune placement nonetheless leading one (yes, perhaps a perverse one) to think that Jackson is exposing his Johnson.

 

Leeandra Nolting, an OS and New Orleans denizen, and who is utterly charming and adorable, proffered this further insight to the statue of Andrew Jackson and his suspected diddling.

 

"Fun story—Jackson had an affair with the Baroness Pontalba. Once he ran into her in the street though, and he didn't tip his hat as he was with his wife. She got pissed and later when commissioning this statue had it placed so that he's looking straight at and tipping his hat at her apartment.

 

I have no idea if there is any truth to it or not—it's the story mule carriage drivers tell tourists. They also tell tourists that this here mule is a direct descendant of Napoleon's horse, so take any story they tell with a grain of salt…

 

They were both larger-than-life personalities who'd been shot multiple times and lived (she was shot four times in the chest and lost most of her hand to bullet wounds inflicted by her own father-in-law at point-blank range)."

 

At the northwest end stands the Saint Louis Cathedral, built in 1789, though the first church on the site was built in 1718.

 

Saint Louis Cathedral

 

Saint Louis Cathedral

 

Inside, it's simply gorgeous.

 

Saint Louis Cathedral

 

Saint Louis Cathedral

 

Saint Louis Cathedral

 

thomas the doubter

In a little alcove dedicated to Saint Thomas the Apostle, also known as Thomas the Doubter or Doubting Thomas, you see an image where he receives the Stigmata. A friend who was walking around with me that day mentioned that she became the typical ugly American when seeing this image in Europe and mentioned sotto voce, but overheard, that it looked like Thomas was flying a Christ kite.

 

Wandering around some more pics

Not color corrected fleur-de-lis flag

 

locks not effective

locks not effective

 

cornstalk fence gate

Cornstalk Fence gate at the Cornstalk Hotel. 

 

cornstalk fence gate

 

a more traditional view

 

Jeanne d'Arc near the French Market Cafe

 

 

Night scenes

ready to go dad

"Com'on dad, I'm ready to go."

 

tuba guy

Going home after a day on the street

 

night scene

"Hand Grenades—Drinks and Beer To Go"

 

bourbon street at night

Bourbon Street—not too crowded, but it was still earlyish

 

Gator pralines and sundries

 

Trans

 

Ashley Bourbon, a transvestite hooker tour guide who offered helpful tips on where to go and what to see. I think she worked for tips too, but since we didn't use any of her information I'm not sure if any in our group spotted her a tip. She was friendly. If you click on the link, it will take you to the Flickr page where the image is hosted and under the image is a fabulous story from Leeandra Nolting about her encounter with Ashley.

 

 

bokeh art

I just like how this turned out, peeking in through a window at night to look at what's inside the gallery. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FleurDeLis

 

 

 

Coda

I was in New Orleans last weekend for a memorial service to celebrate the larger than life friend who recently and suddenly passed away. It was great to see some friends that are scattered across the country, some recently seen and some friends met for the first time. Dangerous Dan McKay would have liked that I think since his life was all about reaching out to friends near and far. He got his start in New Orleans as a disc jockey and radio personality, but I think his bon vivant began at birth—larger than life indeed. In fact, the physical size of his head was mentioned more than onceand affectionately. The House of Shock, co-owned by Dan's brother Ross, was the perfect venue for a rousing remembrance of a life fully lived, but much too short.

The memorial was partly profane and partly hilarious. The testimonials were terrific, the video production of his life which included all the various permutations of his afro was endearing, the fireworks near the end was a wonderful bonus and the four sudden 20 foot tall pillars of flame a scorching sendoff.  (You can see an awesome image of the pillars of flame on a friend's Flickr page here.) 

It was great to see the friends gathered. We had a good time before and after the service wandering around New Orleans which is also at times both profane and hilarious. And then there's the food. I'm not sure I ever cleaned my plate, but I think I still gained about 10 pounds.

 

the others partook

Oysters at Royal House on the corner of Royal and Saint Louis Streets in the French Quarter

 

Thanks for visiting, I hope you enjoyed the images. This post is dedicated to a special friend, you know who you are sweetheart. Thanks for the years of support and affection. We Dat for friends. xo

 

 

 

all photos © 2010 barry b. doyle · all rights reserved

 

 

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I lived in NOLA for a year. My wife and I eloped there. The memories are so great I am afraid I'll ruin them if I go back but your photo essay calls to me like a siren to a sailor. Beautiful. R.
- just gorgeous work, bbd!
Hey I bought their cd too -- the one with Hotel California -- very good. Thanks for the photos. I knew you would do NOLA justice.
Thank you David

HL, mais oui en effet, merci beaucoup.

Catherine, I love when you stop by, thanks for the words.

Dorinda, I got the On The Run CD with Ain't No Sunshine, Borderline and Too Good To Be True. I wonder if they're on iTunes. Thank you for your kind words, it was wonderful to see you again.
I've been to NOLA five times and each time was better than the last. What a great series of pictures and the story was wonderful as well. Thanks for sharing. This was terrific. RRRRR
These wonderful shots bring back memories here BBD.

I do think you have used every single square inch on this page quite well here. Just the look of this post is awesome. Great way to display these pics.

Thanks here.
LC, glad to have brought back some nice memories. I think NOLA does that for most who go there.

Bernadine, thanks for lovely compliment. I've been a few times too, there's always something new to see and experience.
Thanks Mission. I'm so glad you're back online and I hope you're doing well. xo Say hi to RD for me if you see her anytime soon.
Spectacular peeks into one of my favorite cities in the world! You capture its essence so well! From the powdered sugar atop the toast to the anxious Frenchie... and...you even went inside a Catholic Church! It is incredible and your photos captures the historic origins of the church very well. Love the way you inhale deeply, every place you go, turning your keen awareness to every detail, shape, color and rich textures. We are so lucky to be the recipients of your travel perspectives and passions.
Thanks as always for the colourful essay and trip, Barry.
Beautiful photos and loved your descriptions.

Nice to meet you.
Cathy, thanks so much for how you always enjoy what I do here, you're really sustaining.

Scarlett, thanks for coming by, it's always nice.

Denise, how fortunate it was that you had business in NOLA at the same time. It was wonderful to meet you. We go back a long time on OS, and I knew you would be as nice as what you've always displayed here. Hope your trip back with the little ones was uneventful.
wow.

Amazing pictures; amazing post.

I do so love New Orleans....
Great to meet you, Barry!

On the NO PHOTOGRAPHY in shops thing--there are two very good reasons that many shops in the Quarter insist on that. One is mainly for art galleries--copyright infringement is rampant in New Orleans. When I worked for the gallery, it was a CONSTANT battle to keep a certain person from hiring others to rip off our work.

The second has to do with drunks. Drunks will do all kind of stupid shit with the merchandise and take pictures of themselves doing it. The NO PHOTOGRAPHY signs help to curb that a bit.
I love your trips that allow me to explore without ever leaving my home. It's a gift to be able to relate that.
You know I love this. Thank you.

BTW, you probably noticed that the man with his hand in front of his face is wearing a hat with a cross and the word "JESUS" and his shirt has a cross and some other symbols and words I can't read on it.
Wow! I think you've pretty much covered it! Love the tapdancers there, too. And now, Sandra Bullock! This little trip down memory lane was great and makes me want to return. Thanks!
Connie, so good to see you again, thanks for visiting and for the words.

Thanks trilogy

Leeandra, it was great to meet you too. Thanks so much for the info from an insider's perspective. I know you worked in a gallery, along with everything else you do.

Thanks Harry, you're doing that yourself very well btw. Are you going to write about your trip to the Bush groundbreaking? Did they arrest you or just give you the bum's rush?

Julie, oh, I know. I didn't want to rub it in that he was in the midst of his "ministry" with such an attitude. His shirt said something like A Church in Two States. Praise the Lord and Give Me Your Money or Else! I know you wanted to go and be a part of the memorial, I 'm sorry it didn't work out, but I delivered your message as requested.
Christian's on Iberville for soft shell crab. Yowzah! Nothing better.
Every time you allow me the privilege of tagging along with you on one of your trips, I think--this is the best one yet. I jumped on with you and when I was done with the experience said-"Now, this is for certain the best one yet!" Stunning shots here BBD. You have such an artistic eye and such technical skill that it is an absolute honor to be able to view these. The ones that stood out for me were the voodoo window, the Asian gal on the violin, the second bird bath but the one that captured me the most was the 915 gate one. Thanks for showing these and for expanding my world.
Fabulous, Barry! I love seeing the world through your lens. It was a remarkable weekend and I was so happy to see you again. I know we all wished for a happier reason to gather, but showing love and support is always a good thing no matter the circumstance.
Barry, thanks for this wonderful journey through this magical city. It makes me want to return to Bourbon Street, then visit the Garden District. Also....thanks for enlightening us on the legality of taking photos in public spaces.
Doctor, you're too nice in your comments, but I really do appreciate your kind words and that you enjoyed the post. The link on the cornstalk fence hotel is interesting, and not too long.

Stellaa, always nice to see you here, thanks so much.

Susan, yes, it was great to see you dear friend. You were so lovely and gracious the whole weekend, never very far from the purpose of our visit, yet still able to have fun and make sure everyone around you enjoyed themselves as well. You really hit the right notes in caring for our special friend, but I'm not surprised at that at all. Thanks too for sharing your husband and wonderful son. I want some more of that red beans and rice at Fiorella's.

Gary, I went through the Garden District while there. I wish we could do that together sometime. I think it matches your artistic sensibilities perfectly. Thanks for your enduring support friend.
Amazing post Barry! Sorry about the friend that left too soon, but you have to appreciate the way New Orleans sends ya off.

Liked your descriptions of the odeurs of the quarter, especially Bourbon. Smells hold the deepest memories and mine came flooding back upon reading. One moment (as walking) to die for native foods cooking, the next the dumpster with rotting garbage.. or yes, the drains. Went down there with friends once wearing sandals. My friend Tray said "you are one brave mf.. going to walk Bourbon St in open toe shoes."

I do love that town. This was tonic for me, and renewed my need to get back down there! Thanks Barry..

By the way, I've seen the Asian violinist there. Love Leeandra and hope to meet her someday. Off to peruse your links.
This is wonderful on so many levels. The photography, as always, is unique, amazing, and wonderful. You have that special gift of seeing what others do not and framing it the most ideal and artistic way.

As you know, I wish I had been there. Thank you for recounting it, both in words and photos to us.

Next time, I will be there for the dissolute behavior. That, I am good (or bad) at doing.
Trig, what a great comment! thanks so much. I think you know that in spite of the terrible things that have happened there, it continues much the same. I think you'll find Leeandra more amazing in person--a gifted individual.
Ahhh NOLA. A girl after my own heart. She calls to me from time to time and your work here brought her flooding back into my memory. Royal House indeed has the best oysters on the half anywhere! If I thought I could stand the heat in summer I would be living there now. Thank you for the stroll down memory lane.
Lauren, you were sorely missed. There's always room for a little more joie de vivre. Thanks for the lovely words.
No question, Barry, you all dat. My fave: "no color correction"
I am thrilled to share in this bounty.
Another great photo essay. I was in New Orleans some years ago, and this brings back some nice memories. Thanks for posting.
I've witnessed personally Lauren in the midst of "dissolute behavior." Twas a fine weekend in Boulder at Mary T's.

Forgot to mention the stellar images. I guess I thought that went without saying. Freaking wonderful...

Will dream tonight of oysters oysters oysters... and tranny hooker tour guides. Love that place!
Paula, a perfect comment, thanks so much, glad you enjoyed it.

diana, I love when you stop by and ha! thanks for saying dat.

Ablonde, merci beaucoup trop

mishima, glad to help recover some nice memories, thanks for stopping by and for your nice words.

L&P, ha! thanks!

Trig, yeah, I was sorry to have missed that get together. maybe if she hosts another one...
Fantastic work Barry. I've wandered all over the country, but New Orleans remains one the best places I've ever been. What could be finer than beignets on Jackson Square in the morning? Perfection!
You are the most wonderful photographer...~r
I really enjoyed this post, Barry.
Saint Louis Cathedral looks to be in beautiful condition.
Thank you for the tour.

{[R]}
You didn't mention your stint as cab driver. You were invaluable to me last weekend Barry. I will always be grateful.
nana, and it was a beautiful morning indeed. A bit cool with a nice breeze, blue skies and puffy clouds. Sitting on the bench with some friends I really love was just perfect.

Joan, thank you for that.

Larry, I was really surprised to see it so pristine. I'm not sure what had to be done to it after Katrina, but inside and out it was just so perfectly clean. Thanks so much for coming by.
Holy... Dan McKay. Deven. Wow..
So rated! I love nothing better than getting up early and walking to the Cafe Du Monde for coffee and the paper. And the most moving church service I've ever been to was Latin Mass at the Cathedral.
Deven, it was just a pleasure to be by your side and to try to do anything to help. You mean the world to me, I can't fix the loss, I can only be a friend. Love you sweetheart. xo
Barry, nothing had to be done to St. Louis Cathedral after Katrina (other than some minor roof repairs and I think a broken window in back). The French Quarter didn't flood--only minor street-level flooding on the edges.

The wind did uproot all the trees in the garden behind the Cathedral--I think 8 total were lost. Amazingly, when they fell the only real damage they did was break off two of the fingers on the statue of Touchdown Jesus.
Leeandra, thanks for the info on that. I guess that's why Bush set up his NOLA PR appearance there. Don't tell me they hang a Who Dat sign on Touchdown Jesus on game day, do they?

Laura, I agree, it is very nice.
Barry, thanks for the many views of New Orleans which are new angles I hadn't seen before!
nice. I was just listening to an old cassette I have of New Orleans brass bands. Hope I get to hear them live someday.
Your photo essays are so classy and introspective. Thanks for this BBD haven't been back to NOLA for a few.
John, thanks so much for stopping by. In the times I've been to NOLA, I always see something new, even if I'm looking at something I had seen before, there's always a new take on it. I know you know what that is all about, with all your experience and artistic sensibilities.

Con, a privilege to have you come by. I hope you can get there too. We saw several marching bands and wedding parties parading down the streets, most of them with some sort of brass going on.

rita, thanks so much for that lovely compliment.
Thanks so much for this Barry. Thanks too for the link to Flickr, where I saw "A star in the face of the sky

Daniel my brother you are older than me,
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal,
Your eyes have died but you see more than I,
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky"

It really gave me a sense of the event, so I thank you for that as well. What a terrible loss.

You know every day I walk past that La Jolla photo you sent to me, and I think of you every time for a split second. It turns out it is a lovely photo to live with by one of the most insightful and grounded people on OS. And seeing it and thinking about you that often makes it seem even more like I knew you back then.
What a surprise ending to the post Barry - I had no idea, but so glad you conveyed so much to us through your talented lensed eye, and in the process, brought Deven back too.
Barry - This was simply magnificent. Your photographs always take my breath away - what an eye you have! Your folksy narrative is always the icing on the cake. Thank you for sharing all of this with us, dear Barry. Wonderful, just wonderful.
R
Susanne, they played Elton John's Daniel during the memorial, and I think everyone was just rent by it. What was a song in our past that we might not have parsed suddenly became part of us, and defined a part of the great loss. Not many dry eyes. Thank you so much for sharing our personal connection. I'm so thankful it's there, and means a great deal to me.

Gabby, thanks. I sent her a note and a link that I had the post up and was glad she checked in to say that. I'm not sure I completely succeeded in presenting this post in the best way, the way I intended. Words get in the way sometimes. I didn't want to "own" the presentation or description of the memorial, but ended up doing what I normally do--displaying some images surrounded by some sort of narrative. I don't think that the reason for this post came through the right way, that of a sudden, too soon loss. But in another sense, we see life celebrated on the street, and in the hearts of our friends. The love and support of friends is the sustaining element in our lives. Thanks so much for your thoughts and kind words.
Kim, thanks so much. I'm so glad you stopped by. xo
a beautiful photo trip to yet another city i love but can't get to - except in my mind, with your help. aaah, a little french, a few oysters, some etouffe, some dancin' to the zydeco -- who doesn't love new orleans, eh? thanks, barry.
mauvaises terres a traverser....my home!!
thanks
Once again a stunning feast of color, buildings and people...I've been busy so this was particularly nice to come back to, Barry.
I was just in New Orleans. Love that place!
An evocative and beautiful WOW from start to finish.
oh what a long, strange trip it's been. New Orleans always beckons. Your photo essay was superb. I'm going to post MY New Orleans musician in a minute; a nice reflection of yours.
More incredible than usual, but the subject is pretty incredible. It's a dozen years since I've been there and these shots reassure me the city is back. Never really got to know Dan, which is infuriating, but this essay connects a lot of dots for me in a strange way. Beautiful, as always. R
Thanks for these--love them.
Thanks for taking me a long to a place that is on my wish list of places to visit - and for representing in spirit those of us who couldn't be there for the send off.
i first met My Cartoonist on a trip to New Orleans....thanks you for letting me see this city again. :) gorgeous - thank you!
Ah, I would love to expound on my story but my writing energy credit card is finally maxed out. I knew this day was coming :(

I'm going to have to let pictures do my talking. The art gallery window shot is something I'm going to notate and remember.
Great pics.

But no Blue Dog?
Simply beautiful. I never get tired of New Orleans. Thanks for the trip!
Back to the computer now this morning and see some lovely comments and now deleted spam from the Chinanet Putian, Fujian Province...they must have a factory there with rows and rows of computers that young girl slave baby orphans are chained to for the purposes of sending out spam.


Candace, you hit all the right notes on that riff, thanks!

Elijah, bad moon rising too, thanks for stopping by.

Patie, I'm very happy that you found it to be so, thanks

Fay, you too, thanks for coming by.

Ann, thanks so much. Your recent piece is kick ass writing, the wow means a lot coming from you.

gypsy, I love that photo you posted of NOLA with the riverboat in the background past the player.

AJ, thank you so much for your consistent support. That you liked this one means a lot. Dan's passing is a huge loss, a big hole that can't be filled.

sophieh, you're welcome.

Melissa, thanks so much. Sorry you couldn't have made the trip, it would have been wonderful to meet you there...some other time and place, and a happier circumstance. xo

Kelly, glad to bring back some nice memories.

Harry, I'm not sure I can believe that's possible maxing out the card. So work it out and get that story told. Thanks.

lance, saw the blue dogs on the wall when we ate at Mandina's, but otherwise they weren't too visible.

Grace, you're welcome! Would have been great to have your culinary advice while there, but we struggled through.
Barry! The fountain and the tiny bird! Wonderful photographs. Lovely sentimental you.
This IS the best one yet. Amazing eye & photography. I've seen many, many photos of Jackson Square, the French Quarter, and even raw oysters, but none as special and wonderful as these.

Sending back loads of who-dat love & friendship.

Lisa
I'm sorry for your unexpected loss. I see the city, and the celebration of a life.
Your photos are spectacular - they seem more vivid than I remember it seeing it in person. As always, I thoroughly enjoyed your unique travelogue :-)
This travelogue brings back so many memories of good times– it makes me feel nostalgic and sad. Thank you.
Lovely to share your trip. Thanks!
Thanks. If you bring one person to town for one plate of oysters, you have done a wonderful thing. Man--we APPRECIATE tourists here!
Excerpt from The Beatitudes: A Pinch and Scrimp Adventure by Lyn LeJeune, amazon.com in both Kindle and book. A book for and about New Orleans (proceeds go to The New Orleans Public Library Foundation)

She had grown up in a New Orleans housing project shamefully named Desire. Desire had been constructed in an isolated area northwest of greater New Orleans, bordered by industrial canals and railroad tracks. Pinch often recounted her nights as a young child lying on the floor under a matted blanket listening to gunshots in the night. Desire had been built in the late 40s over the Hideaway Club where Fats Domino had played his first gigs. Pinch swore she could hear Fats sing “My Blue Heaven” just for her. As Pinch’s childhood tumbled forward, she learned survival skills. By the age of twelve, she had tried just about every street drug going and stole to keep from going hungry, acquiring the nickname Pinch. She would have been doomed to a child’s death but for the help of an aged aunt. Pinch pulled herself up, finished high school, and made it through college by working sometimes two shifts as a housekeeper in seedy hotels that bordered the Ninth Ward. A city auditor once asked her why she hadn’t worked in the Lafayette Square District or the famous 625 St. Charles suites. “You could have paid for a Ph.D. with the tips alone.” And she replied: “Well, I guess ‘dis sista just feeling mo’ secure wid da brothers. Ozanam Inn be my place, homeless peoples and all.” Then she rubbed his arm. The poor guy broke out in a sweat, brushed his thinning hair back with an aged-spotted trembling hand, and looked at me for intervention. Later I asked Pinch why she’d stuck it to the auditor; she shrugged her shoulders and replied: “I guess just every once and a while I have to remind myself where I come from. Pride has many forms, love.” Pinch had overcome. She was the bravest person I ever knew.

Elijah Rising
oh, dear, I missed this one. As always, I love your views (in every sense of the word.)

I just love how everything looks as though it's settling askew. There isn't really a sense of decay - there's too much life left in the buildings. Just a sense of comfort.

And I now desperately want a fence with corn.
I followed the link from your most recent post to this one, and am equally awestruck. Beautiful pictures and well written descriptions.
I'm glad you didn't tip the guy at CDM - he is almost always there and, in addition to being arrogant, is not nearly as talented as some of the other street musicians you find in and around the quarter. In fact, I much prefer eating my beignets surrounded by the restaurant's own ambiance to being forced to endure his awful and redundant renditions of When the Saints Go Marching In.