I’ve been staring at this map of New Orleans for most of the morning. I’m trying to memorize the way the Mississippi River shapes and bends the city. I’m trying to remember the order of the streets in the French Quarter, and the name of that really cool second-hand shop in the Bywater. I’m trying to sort out if the parades run down Claiborne Street or St. Charles Avenue or neither or both. Which side of Magazine Street has the best shops? How many steps from Royal Street in the French Quarter must I walk before I get to Cafe Du Monde?
This piece of paper has most of the answers, holds the music, the characters, and details the bustling life in New Orleans.
I should tell you now… I’M MOVING TO NEW ORLEANS!
The beignets are calling. The music is summoning. The life to be lived is just there!
I’m packing up my beach bike, mixing bowls, all the ripe avocados I can get my hands on, and moving to New Orleans. Come early March, I’ll call the French Quarter my home.
We’re going to be talking about New Orleans a lot more! As I explore the city, I’ll share the great places I find here. I hope you’ll be along for the ride.
Thank you in advance for your patience this month as I pack up my butter, props, camera, and cat and drive across a few states on this new adventure. I expect those of you who already live in New Orleans to be my friends. How utterly presumptuous of me, but… just let it happen. If you’re visiting new Orleans sometime this year, I’ll write about some wonderful people, places, and food I discover along the way. I like that we’re in this together. Thank you!
Lastly, I’ve told my cat about the move, and he’s slightly worried about frizzy hair: his and mine. I comforted him with the thought of homemade beignets and a parade or two.