Saturday, October 30, 2010
The city of jazz
If you want to see something beautiful, look in the mirror. That's what I do. It should work for you. If you want to something beautiful outside a mirror's frame, walk about New Orleans. A wide, rambling city, every part of New Orleans shares similarities, but every block is unique in its own, eccentric way. Bywater is dense, a fabric of homes and stores and small, old factories and you never know what a building holds until you try the door.
I haven't spent too much time in Bywater beyond just passing through in my zigzagging way on an errand to nowhere. When I moved here in June I thought it might be a nice part of New Orleans to call home. A heavily tattooed, young woman in the Lower Garden District warned me away. "Stick to the Garden," she said, "The people in Bywater are weird." I don't know.
The little time I've spent nursing a coffee or beer in Bywater, I've been struck by the neighborliness of the place. People know each other. While I know my neighbors where I live, I don't bump into them regularly. Bywater seems a self-contained enclave. This is my impression.
If you want to see something else that is beautiful, there is a fence in the residential end of the French Quarter inspiring enough that it made me take a picture.
And with that, I am off to other business. Have a nice weekend.