My work today took me into the French Quarter, and that’s always a treat.
I sometimes forget that when I first moved here my teaching job was in Treme, just above the Quarter, and I drove here all the time. Yes, Treme as in the HBO show Treme. I didn’t have a clue what a cultural goldmine I was dealing with until much much later. I remember the Dirty Dozen Brass Band coming to school and I didn’t know what second lining was, and I didn’t know who these guys were. But my students did, and they danced! However, I digress. A story for another time.
There’s something neat about driving into the Quarter at one o’clock in the afternoon on a weekday and parking your car on St. Philip, just down the street from Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop, one of the oldest buildings in the Quarter, and a bar I frequented more regularly in my early years in New Orleans.
Today I was in the Quarter to do a teacher observation and I had to rush in and rush out between tutor appointments, but this is just a teaser for tomorrow when I spend some time being a tourist in my own town!
I love this photo I shot today that makes it look like there aren’t any cars in the French Quarter, and it even includes a picturesque mule-drawn carriage. I snapped this photo between cars zipping down Bourbon Street and a Fed Ex truck coming down St. Philip. Yes – this is Bourbon Street, people! If you come here, keep walking past the strip bars and neon and daiquiri shops and eventually you’ll make it to Lafitte’s!
Lafitte’s is enjoyed by both tourists and locals. It is rustic inside and lit solely by votives at night which makes it feel old and cozy. There’s a piano bar and they serve hurricanes. On Mardi Gras Day there’s dancing in the streets outside of Lafitte’s.
Sadly, my cat is still very ill and they don’t know what’s wrong with him. But he is eating something, so that’s good. Back to the vet in the a.m. Thanks to everyone for the kitty cat well wishes. We’ll keep our fingers crossed that he’s on the road to recovery.