New Orleans

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Third and Laurel

Last night’s bike ride exposed a few minor problems with my dear bicycle.  N. came over this afternoon to help readjust the handlebars, fix the seat, and realign the back wheel after my silly fall the other day.  Continue reading →

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Bear Statue In Uptown

After retrieving my bicycle from last night’s hijinx, I groggily rode home and then to an appointment.  I was in no place to ride, honestly, but I have reached the point where it doesn’t even occur to me to take my car unless I’m making an airport run.  Continue reading →

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Cafe du Monde

This past week was very, very challenging.  A good friend of mine was going through a medical crisis and everything else took a back seat, including my daily bike rides.  Continue reading →

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FEMA Trailer Park/Park on Laurel

I moved to New Orleans last year, sight unseen.  I rented my house from an ad on the Tulane housing website, simply hoping it would work out.  Continue reading →

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Thunderstorms in Uptown

My dear friend S. is leaving in the morning, and I am so very sad. S. is the kind of friend you think only people on TV get to have–you know, the kind who see the world just as you do, except when they don’t, in which case they let you see something entirely differently. Now that is a gift. Continue reading →

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Potholes on Prytania

I had a long bike ride planned for today, but you know what they say about best-laid plans. The weather is not cooperating with my desire to ride my bike and stay relatively dry. Continue reading →

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The Van Benthuysen-Elms Mansion on St. Charles

After taking the day off from riding yesterday (I was sore from chasing the streetcar up St. Charles the previous evening), I was itching to get on the bike today.  Continue reading →

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Public Art at Lafayette Square

I was a bit out of sorts today, so rather than just ride my bike to and from a work meeting, I decided to ride down to the Marigny for reading and coffee at Cafe Flora in the evening. Continue reading →

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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 →

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Frogs in the Gutter on Annunciation

Sometimes New Orleans feels like a city with urban problems of population and planning. Other times it feels like a small town where everyone knows everyone else’s business and you see the same people over and over again, even if in different contexts. Continue reading →