We’ve had nothing but blue skies for what seems like weeks, so today’s spluttering rain and clouds were a bit of a rude awakening. I guess at some point we will have days that feel like they belong at the end of October. I hopped on the Surly with hopes for good weather luck and headed down to the Treme for the second half of the football game. Nothing good on this given Sunday, so I hoped the ride afterward would be better. It was. I rode up to Lake Pontchartrain via the Wisner bike path and sat watching the clouds and trying to spot jumping fish while people walked dogs and children or fished off the levee. Look at these clouds–they are like a ceiling pushing down on the lake’s surface while bits of blue sneak in from the corners and underneath. I got back on the bike and headed out to wherever, ending up out West End Boulevard and then back to the lake through Bucktown, where I stumbled on the Bucktown Seafood Festival at the economically-named St. Louis King of France Church and School. A soft serve cone, a trip around the homemade midway, and a couple of songs from the cover band and it was time for me to race the clouds home–Robert E. Lee to Marconi to Orleans to Jeff Davis to Washington/Toledano/Louisiana. What a perfect Sunday afternoon and evening.