I took today off from work and rode my bike all over, reminding myself that I’m plenty good at riding. And not every car is out to get me. I started with a ride down to Surrey’s for a delightful brunch with N. and then headed down to the Quarter to find some holiday gifts at the Louisiana Music Factory. Continue reading
French Quarter
T-shirt Shop on Bourbon Street
I rode my bike down to the Quarter tonight, hoping to see some Saints fans getting their party on after a nice win this afternoon. As I walked my bike down Bourbon Street I noticed quite a few Bush and Brees jerseys, and some folks decked out in Atlanta Hawks gear, but all in all, it seemed a quiet night. Continue reading
House at St. Louis and N. Prieur
It was a crisp, sunny day in New Orleans, and I took the Saturday for a nice, long bike ride around town. There was a bazaar over on Broad and Bienville, so I rode down to the Quarter and then over toward Mid-City on St. Louis. Continue reading
Rain at Canal and Bourbon
I was all set to ride down to the Marigny for coffee and grading this afternoon when the rain started. I don’t normally like to start a ride in the rain (thanks for the tip, pops!), but I just couldn’t wait. Continue reading
Vacuum Cleaner on Decatur
It is a windy night as the outer bands of Ike run through New Orleans. My thoughts are with folks in Galveston and Houston and all along the Texas Gulf coast. I didn’t watch CNN during Gustav, but find myself riveted now that the the storm is not putting me in direct danger; it’s as if I can finally bear to look now that I’ve got a little distance. B Continue reading
The National Guard at Jackson Square
Today was my first full day back in New Orleans, and I spent much of it on N.’s bike, riding around to see what folks are up to. The rush of being back to the city and seeing it relatively unscathed is wearing off, and today I found myself feeling profoundly sad. Continue reading
Nighttime Ride In New Orleans
I’m home. I’m thrilled to be home and thrilled to have a home to be in. After all manner of pushing luggage and trees around I borrowed N.’s bike (mine’s still in the shop) and took a spin around town. Continue reading
Sunday on Bourbon Street
I had a truly lovely day today; surprisingly, I had it in a car. A convertible, that is. A. was kind enough to drive us several hours south to Avery Island, Louisiana, and the rush of wind far exceeded any I am able to work up on my bicycle. Continue reading
Haunted New Orleans
I had planned to take a long bike ride to City Park this afternoon, but those plans were shuttled by incredible rains that I just didn’t feel like braving. Continue reading
It’s Festival Time!
Today I rode my bike down to the Quarter for Vieux-to-Do, three festivals in one–the Creole Tomato Festival, the Louisiana Seafood Festival, and the Cajun Zydeco Festival. Continue reading
What I Saw Riding My Bike Around Today 