?

Log in

No account? Create an account
petrini1 [userpic]

A Week in the Bayou, Day 6(c), May 6, 2008: The Final Evening

June 1st, 2008 (12:29 am)
sleepy

current mood: sleepy

I can't resist posting a few final shots of New Orleans. These are from my last evening in town. The next morning, I reluctantly loaded up the rental car and drove away from my new favorite city.


7:31 p.m. Faulkner House
7:31 p.m. Faulkner House
William Faulkner wrote his first novel, Soldiers' Pay in this house. Today, fittingly, it's a bookstore.
7:33 p.m. Strike Up the Band
7:33 p.m. Strike Up the Band
This jazz group was jammin' in Jackson Square.
7:35 p.m.
7:35 p.m.
More cool New Orleans ironwork, set off by tropical green foliage.
7:35 p.m. Jackson Square
7:35 p.m. Jackson Square
7:38 p.m. Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder?
7:38 p.m. Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder?
I saw this sign on the door of a bar and just had to go in and try some of Van Gogh's favorite drink. Absinthe no longer contains the chemicals that caused brain damage in Vincent's day, but the stuff still provides quite a show. The bartender at this place suspends a sugar cube over the glass, pours the liquid in, a lovely shade of green, and then sets it on fire! When I told her I was a writer, she said I should learn the history of absinthe use among famous creative types, and pulled out a few books about the liquor for me to peruse while I drank. Van Gogh, Rimbaud, Gaughin, Voltaire, Hemingway.... Glad to know I was in good company.
8:07 p.m. Rated XXX
8:07 p.m. Rated XXX
This one is for all of my male friends. And no, I didn't go inside. Normally, I'd decry the very existence of such places. But here, it doesn't seem quite real. It's all part of the wacky nonstop performance-art party that is the French Quarter.
8:08 p.m. One Last Look At Bourbon Street....
8:08 p.m. One Last Look At Bourbon Street....
8:10 p.m.
8:10 p.m.
The skeletal fortune teller predicts that I'll be back.