I started this post as a mini rant about how teachers don’t really have the summer off and we aren’t paid for it and we struggle to come back to increasing demands and decreasing reward. But I deleted that. It’s all true, but it’s not what today and tomorrow are about.
There are two days left of my summer and I am going to make them actual summer days. Doing what I want outside in my garden as long as I can stand it. Working on my novel because I love it and I am an author, after all. Maybe even a trip to the neighborhood pool with my little one. Absolutely no school work. None. Enough of my summer “break” has been spent doing that. Today and tomorrow are all mine.
Will it cure the End of Summer Blues? Nope. Not a chance. But that’s ok.
Teachers, you’re incredible. Teacher spouses, so are you. Don’t let anyone make you feel differently. Take time for yourself so that you can shine.
Walking around the French Quarter in New Orleans it’s easy to feel like you’ve stepped into another world, which is one of the many reasons it inspires my novels. It’s a city unlike any other. There are so many things that make the place unique, like the food and the people. But one of the most striking things in the city is the architecture.
Here is where the history of the city really unfolds. French and Spanish influences collide here. Buildings surrounding you as you walk can be hundreds of years old, depending on whether or not they survived the couple of fires that swept the city early on. Construction techniques have a lot to do with the longevity of the buildings: cypress wood, brick, and stucco sealing the brick. Some buildings are more “cabin” looking, while others are multi-story ironwork laced mansions. Entresols, a shorter hidden story between the bottom floor and the second floor, were often used as an attic. But wait, aren’t attics on top? Not in old New Orleans. The temps would climb too high in a traditional attic and things would get ruined. So, the entresol was a bit more insulated by the rest of the structure making it great for storage (or nefarious activities of a particular pharmacist way back). Another feature you may notice are the porte cocheres, the larger or double doors that lead from the inner courtyard to the street. Here’s where the carriages would go in and out, like a driveway. Hey, they had to park them somewhere, right? On the backside of the courtyards were often a garcionnere, a building that males over the age of 15 lived in because who really wants to be around a stinky teenage boy all the time? (Ok, not really the reason.) And of course, there are the galleries, the ironwork balconies that give shade to the banquettes (sidewalks) below. We even have one funky cornstalk fence that has a sibling in the Garden District.
Below is a gallery of some of the places I loved for different reasons as I wandered. Some were beauties, some had personality, and some needed someone to love them. Come take a walk with me…. (I should probably state that all photos on my site are my own.)
There are so many more photos I could post here, but these are some of my favorites. I can’t wait to be back down to spend some more time with this eclectic and beautiful city!
I’m so excited to be able to share a little bit of news with y’all about the launch of Crescent City Moon! Be on the look out for it in Spring 2019. What else happens in the spring? Allergies. Right. But more importantly, that’s Mardi Gras season! I mean, if we’re going to celebrate something, let’s do it all at once like only NOLA can!
In the meantime, look for updates and other fun things along the way!
It’s been a fun week being mentioned in an interview with a best-selling author Christine Gabriel, which you can read here, and being interviewed by another best-selling author Cheri Champagne! (See the link in the blog post here.)
Today, I had the pleasure of writing the featured blog post for Pandamoon Publishing, Know What You Write. It’s something near and dear to my heart in several ways: writing, and New Orleans. And, a great way to get to know me as an author! Check it out!
Something unexpected happened during the second half of my week in New Orleans. Well, to be honest, a lot of unexpected things happened, but mostly because of this one thing. Once my mom and my girls went home, I had several days on my own in the city. I expected that it would be me quietly wandering the French Quarter or museums and having awkward solo dinners.
Not so. Not so at all.
I discovered something remarkable about the city I adore. Being alone in New Orleans is not alone at all. People talked to me. Lots of people. Tourists who thought I was a local (well, I was once) and asked for directions or how there could be so many names on one above ground tomb, servers who didn’t want me to feel lonely at meals that are typically social times, a medium, tour guide, and a voodoo priestess…..
Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t like I was being constantly bothered and never had a moment with my own thoughts. Not in the least. There was plenty of that. But I never felt isolated. And I made some very special and very unexpected friends that I treasure. The best souvenirs ever!
Read on to meet some of the folks, new friends and strangers alike, who made me feel at home.
There was one more friend who is a fabulous medium and a great encourager as well, but I was enjoying my time with her so much, I never even thought about getting a picture. Too bad, too. We had just done a seance and who knows who might have photo bombed that one. It was after thinking about that missed chance that I made sure I got pictures of the other folks!
I adore the people of New Orleans and am grateful for so many who made me feel welcome and at home. New Orleans, and especially the French Quarter, has always had my heart. Now, I’m sure I left part of my soul there, too. Technology has made it possible for me to continue to grow these friendships, but I can’t wait to get back down there and see them again!
New Orleans. A city whose heart is as big as its character.