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.

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Fish sidewalk art that I’m going to duplicate at my new house.

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Just love.

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The eclectic interior of Who Dat. It took me awhile to get the “Who Dat”
thing. Yay Sports!

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Grit cakes are delicious, and an essential, not nutritious part of your diet.

Sandra caught on Missy-Cam. 

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Fewd.

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Love.

Drifty Ranking: 8/10 hipstery cups of espresso, supposedly the best in the city.