Kind of braindead lately [perhaps a bit waterlogged] and still on a post-game high, so I thought I’d share some of my photos of the awesome fashion we saw in New Orleans.
1. Harold Clarke, French Quarter 2. Zotz Café 3. Fifi Mahoney’s, FQ 4. Supercutie, Super Sunday 5. Baby baby, Super Sunday 6. French Quarter 7. Not sure about the rest of it but I love those boots 8. Everyone has a fancy parasol 9. Parrothead at Cafe du Monde 10. French Quarter 11. Miss Claudia’s exceptional vintage shop, Garden District
SO ready to go on a road trip down to New Orleans next week.
photo and caption by Southernpixel
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Here’s one more folder of photos from our trip to New Orleans in March done, fourteen more to go. I might just finish by New Year’s.
This was our last full day in town, we did all kinds of things that I will get to the photos for soon! really!, the first of which was a stop at Cafe du Mond. [Come to think of it, stopping at Cafe du Mond was about the last thing we did that day, too. Stick out that video, it’s funny.]
I wish we had one here, not being able to get beignets and coffee at 3 a.m. is seriously, negatively affecting my quality of life.
And the only thing you can get for $1.82 any time of day here is a taco. Which is not a bad deal, but I need more coffee than tacos.
I’ve been doing more New Orleans photos. According to my widget, it is 227 days since we came back.
This was the 25th. Two days before we left. I went for a photo walk with Gary. We drove out to St. Bernard Parish for these ridiculous po-boys [and Neapolitan cheesecake SAY WHAT!] while Chad and D went to the aquarium. A storm was coming in and blowing the signs sideways. There’s a really long stretch of the St. Bernard Highway where most everything is abandoned, malls with grass growing in the parking lot and marquees touting something that never happened from years ago. While everyone else went to the zoo, I rode up in the glass elevators then took the streetcar up to the end of the line then caught a bus across town ALL BY MYSELF and thrifted a little and sat in a café. Then headed over to meet everyone for sno-balls. We had dinner at the tiki place my sister recommended and it was delicious. Walked around the French Quarter some more. THEN went swing dancing at the rock ‘n’ bowl.
That chandelier’s in the bathroom at the rock ‘n’ bowl. That place was so awesome, I would totally hang out there all the time, there’s a bar and bowling and a live band and all kinds of retro goodnesss and people who dance and don’t give a shit about it. People are not like that so much here. The lack of self-consciousness is probably what I liked best about the people there.
Anyway. There are more photos from that day. I just have the 26th and the piddly bits of the 27th before we went to the airport and then I am done. Which means it’s time to go back. I miss it a lot.
I added some more New Orleans photos. Here.
A ride in the Canal Street streetcar in New Orleans up to the cemeteries.
This was only seven months ago. I am going to finish editing these photos by the end of the year.
I am determined.
This was the day the kids went to the Audubon aquarium and zoo and I went off on my own. I checked out the hotel/mall to see about the glass elevator I’d spotted — it only went up 6 floors or something lame like that and was all smudgy. Then I waited for the Canal Street streetcar, rode it to the end of the line. There is a surprising amount of still-visible damage in parts of the city that are just outside the French Quarter and downtown/office-y looking, rows of broken windows in highrises, that sort of thing.
There are two cemeteries at the end, I didn’t get off there because I had to go meet everyone at the sno-ball place, so I rode back to S. Carrollton, got off there. As I was waiting at the bus stop, the sky opened up and it started pouring. It was my first real warm rain, I briefly experienced one in the 90s on one of those cross-country bus trips but this was the first full downpour I was out in. I still think it’s gross.
An older man and I talked while we waited, he was of the opinion that a lot of people took their FEMA money and squandered it, did not fix up the damage to their homes, bought new cars instead. The bus did not go directly down S. Carrollton, a main street, but veered off into the neighborhood past the I-10. This neighborhood. I’m not sure what all the blue roofs on that map are — giant tarps? So many of the houses we passed were destroyed. I didn’t take any photos, there were only a couple people on the bus and I felt self-conscious enough just trying not to gawk. Most of them got off before we got back on the main road, including the guy I’d been talking to.
I rode on to Oak Street in Uptown, which is some other photos that are in my New Orleans set, stopped in at some awesome thrift stores, sat in a café alone for awhile, then walked over met the kids for sno-balls [yet more photos].