Yes, it is hot here, but the heat has a different quality, it is both more, and less, tolerable. Even when it is not very hot, everything is sticky, and even when it is very hot I don't necessarily notice. Ice will melt with a rapidity that shocks me because I myself am not melting. The hot, moisture filled air makes me feel like I have been turned inside out. The pulsing, wet skin of the city merges into me.
Yes, New Orleans is hot.
Thunder shakes the sky, hard crash and flash of light. The thunder is closer here. The sky cracks open and soaks me in minutes while I'm out for a walk. I shelter and think of Bob Dylan. My camera captures the rain.
The city is gastronomically delightful with many fine restaurants priced lower than the Bay Area. But I do miss the fertile land of California and its abundance of wonderful organic produce. Sunday dinners at Bacchanal are always a delight and one of the many reasons I first fell in love with this city.
Coffea is my morning place, it's owned by Christopher Starnes (the secret mayor's brother.)
And right next door is my favorite store in the world: The Bargain Center. Two giant stores next door to each other, filled with the best junk.
$40 for a prosthetic leg!
Shoes and feathers and a million dollar bill.
I've written a song a day so far! Song titles:
Let's just kiss
Rainbows and Unicorns
Sex, Drugs, and Nuclear Physics
I have no idea if they are any good. I suspect that maybe one of them is good and the rest will never survive the heat.
Until next time.................