think that you (yes, you) might be wrong

14 10 2010

This sign is tacked up on a pole on Gov. Nicholls St. just before Rampart. It’s actually the second one there in the year I’ve lived nearby. I first noticed it quite a while back, and then one day, it was just gone. Not sure why or where it went, but a replacement sign has recently appeared in its place, so I snapped these pictures this morning just in case this one, too, decides to disappear. I’ve seen this exact sign a couple of other places across New Orleans, always in this small size, looking just like this, unobtrusive. It’s a nice reminder.





Pink sunset crossed with wires

8 10 2010

It’s funny, but I really don’t notice the fact that the electrical lines in my neighborhood are above ground until I look back at pictures after I take them. I obviously took the below photographs to try to capture the beauty of the sunset one recent Saturday afternoon, and didn’t notice the lines at all at the time. But now, just look at ‘em! 

The second photo below especially cracks me up, because where in the world are all those wires going? And where are they coming from? And what are they for? It’s an abundance of wires. These shots, incidentally, were taken on Treme St., between Gov. Nicholls and Ursulines. I still like the sunset, all that fluffy pinkness against the colorful houses. But I can’t help but notice the crisscrossing wires cutting through the scene.






hibiscus in the sun

6 10 2010

Well I think it’s official — I am obsessed with my hibiscus plant and its flowers. I just love the colors and the shape of them. They’re so beautiful to me. I love the velvety texture of the leaves, the delicate nature of the stamen, with its yellow pollen beckoning and its ends red and fuzzy. I took the below shots in the courtyard yesterday, mid-morning, as the sun streamed down and the temperature here was shockingly (yes, I’ll say it) chilly.





Harvest Moon Over the Mississippi

27 09 2010

I walked down to the river Thursday evening to see the rise of the harvest moon. Coming as it did on the actual first day of autumn, it was apparently a super harvest moon, an occurrence that hadn’t happened in two decades, and won’t happen again until 2029.

It didn’t disappoint. As the moon rose, I  loved watching the sky change colors and deepen. The ships rolled by, huge, silent, creating little wakes and waves behind them. It was hot then — not a hint of fall in the air, despite the official changing of seasons. 

But last night a cold front moved through and this morning I was greeted with 70 degree temps, which I enjoyed in my courtyard with a  cup of coffee and book in hand. Ah, bliss! I am a happy girl.





because it’s not enough just to get there…

22 09 2010

… you’ve got to look good doing it! Two primo examples of New Orleanians who aren’t content to just get from point A to point B. Because style matters, people!





just a Wednesday walk to the post

15 09 2010

I’ve made the walk to the lil’ postal place at the corner of Bourbon and St. Philip in the French Quarter dozens of times in the year I’ve lived here. Today I decided to snap a few photos of what it looks like on a random Wednesday morning. Deserted. Deserted is what it looks like. And steamy. Fall won’t touch us for a while here, I’m afraid.

Looking down Bourbon Street towards the CBD:

A street sign and street lamp:

Lafitte’s, the country’s oldest continually operating bar, sits at this corner, across the street from the post:

It’s over 200 years old, and haunted, naturally:





Satsuma Cafe = Amazing

13 09 2010

It’s such a blessing to live here and be able to explore all the amazing little places you’d never find as just a visitor. They are as quirky and varied as our neighborhoods themselves, each with their own rhythms, menus, and customers/devotees. Luckily, though, you don’t have to actually live in a neighborhood to enjoy its restaurants. New Orleans is a small enough town that you can get anywhere pretty quickly, and the food is good enough that it’s always worth the trip.

Here in the Treme, we’ve got Lil’ Dizzy’s, with its spread of mouth-watering fried chicken, red beans and rice, and gumbo. I’ve found no livelier place to watch a Saints game than here. Everyone from the guy clearing your table to the women handling the checks at the register to the lady behind the weekend omelette station jumps and shouts so you know it’s ok for you to, too. In fact, they look at you funny if you don’t.

Mid-City/Bayou St. John folks love Parkway for its po-boys and so do I. Cross the Mississippi River over to the West Bank for some of the most delicious pho and Vietnamese food around. And in the Bywater, The Joint delivers up crazy good barbeque (to be a subject of a future post), Bacchanal has the most amazing courtyard and food and wine to match, and Satsuma Cafe does a taste bud right with its delicious sandwiches, fresh salads, made-to-order juices, and ever-changing daily specials.

I discovered Satsuma a few months ago and was immediately won over by the looks of the place. It’s a beautiful building, the walls filled with art from floor to ceiling, and a feel that’s welcoming and warm. Then I had their food and thought to myself, “I want to live right here in Satsuma. I ain’t never leaving, nuh uh.” I’ve had BLT sandwiches that included avocado paste and goat cheese so tasty they’ll make you want to cry. Their so-called “green eggs and ham” special featured scrambled eggs with shaved ham and pesto. So good.

I guess I am not alone in my love for the place, though, as it’s always always busy. But that makes me happy since I want it to be here forever. Oh, and The New York Times also featured it in a recent article and slideshow they did about new restaurants in the city since Katrina.

If you’re not from here and come for a visit, it’s worth searching out. You’ll fall in love, promise. And if you do live here and have never been, then, fool, whatchu waiting for?





I do love a hibiscus

7 09 2010

Just about nothing makes me happier than walking out into my courtyard in the morning and seeing this…





Darkening night at St. Louis Cathedral

3 09 2010

I snapped these on the 29th, post-rainbow and pre-ice cream in the Quarter. The sky was relentless that night, giving me one amazing thing after another to look up at and admire.  And I remain, as ever, grateful for it.





The perfect antidote for a rainy Tuesday morning

31 08 2010








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