I returned from the muggy gulf coast to a frigid house with no food. Though I’m a Northerner through and through, I’ve clearly got a soft spot for New Orleans. Even on the hectic conference schedule, I managed to cram in my fair share of buttermilk biscuits and crawfish etouffe (once I figured out what it was). One morning I even had time to wander the back streets of the French Quarter. It had been almost twenty years since I’d been in that city, so it was great to see that the open-air French Market is still there (though not as great as I’d remembered it) and the riverwalk is alive and well. After months of work, it felt amazing to be free from agendas, deadlines, and student writing. And every guy called me “Baby” or “Sweetie”–which I thought was kind of nice in a weird way. Things to do next time:
Get a muffalotta at Central Grocery
Walk further down Magazine Street
Explore the Garden District
Ride a streetcar (though there’s no longer one for Desire Street–now it’s Bus #55 or something.)
Check out the zoo or the riverboat Natchez
I’m back to upstate reality today, but I’ve got tulips fighting their way through old leaves and that’s enough to make me smile.