One of the first things I do in an unfamiliar city? Scout a coffee shop. Stat.
In New Orleans, that place was Who Dat Cafe.
Coffee, corn cakes, conversation.
Sandra and I sat there for awhile, talking about Flannery O’Conner, Shirley Jackson, and my desire to someday return to New Orleans to spend a summer writing. I returned a few days later to work alone, cozied up in a corner, wishing it would pour buckets again.
I loved the rain in New Orleans.
Fish sidewalk art that I’m going to duplicate at my new house.
Just love.
The eclectic interior of Who Dat. It took me awhile to get the “Who Dat”
thing. Yay Sports!
Grit cakes are delicious, and an essential, not nutritious part of your diet.
Sandra caught on Missy-Cam.
Fewd.
Love.
Drifty Ranking: 8/10 hipstery cups of espresso, supposedly the best in the city.