Ah, the joys of walking to work in the Quarter.
My office is in the heart of the Quarter, on Jackson Square, about three-quarters of a mile from my home in the Quarter's most extreme lakeside-downtown block. Living in the grid is never boring. You can zig and zag, and not follow the same route twice. I'm Pac-Man.
Because I'm on one side of the street or the other, because the light is different, or perhaps because my mind is fresh and my eyes just opened from sleep, I always see something on these walks I've never seen before. Evenings are different lately. The hot dog-breath of summer and unfinished business oppress me. I often walk straight home and don't go out again until it's finally dark.I left about 7:30 this morning and brought my camera, not knowing what I would see.
|This is the Baure-Dupremont house. Been there since 1793. How do I know this? Because I stopped to read the plaque for the first time in my life|
|A favorite pair of dormers over the Nellie Deli looked especially good in the morning sun.|
|Some guys were already at work, scaling the ladder of success.|
Other guys were not. One day, I will arrange my life like this.