Last night I found myself in a flat in the French Quarter of New Orleans. There’s a porch, by the road, and I sat out and played ukulele until 2:30 in the morning.
Exceedingly drunk men in three-piece suits would come stumbling by, and they would ask me to play for them. It was wonderful.
It’s been a long time since I’ve spent a night in a city. It’s so alive.
This morning I got up and went for a bit of a walk around. The French Quarter is fascinating; it’s a tourism-based economy, which is something I have very little experience with. There were buskers and bars and gift shops; people with cameras strung around their necks. I saw some truly spectacular sun burns, as people would dash towards businesses to get away from a morning rain shower.
It’s so warm here. I love it.
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this morning
a bit of a walk
around the French Quarter
buskers and bars and gift shops
people with cameras
strung around their necks
sunburns dashing
to get away
from a morning rain shower
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