September 28, 2013

New Orleans. March, 1991

I have a tendency to walk a lot while I’m visiting a new city, a tendency not happily shared by my travel companions. When Nick arrived to meet me in NOLA, he (somewhat) graciously acquiesced. We started in the French Quarter, then through the Irish Channel (shown above), and out to the Garden District where we joined up with a tour given by the National Park Service (and during which author Anne Rice emerged from her beautiful, modest house.) A hot day, a long walk. We took a streetcar back along St. Charles.

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