We ate fried green tomatoes, then caught the streetcar to City Park,
where we walked by a bayou
and sculptures, including one by Henry Moore,
then relaxed on a swinging bench.
As we wandered the jazz filled French Quarter,
we consumed beignets and coffee, to a live version of John Coltrane,
followed by gumbo, oysters, pecan pie,
a Bloody Mary and a Mint Julep.
Viv did her washing at The Three Legged Dog Bar and Laundromat, where I had fried macaroni cheese and a double Margherita, because they only sell doubles there!
People danced in the street. Those on balconies threw necklaces to pedestrians.
We listened to excellent jazz and Cajun bands and watched buskers.
Viv and I watched jazz,
ate jambalaya and crawfish omelette with grits washed down with mimosa,
admired urbane dogs,
and enjoyed the streetscape.
Along a forested gorge peppered with dovecotes and caves,
women scorched cheese stuffed pita bread over an open fire. I ate them reclining on cushions, under the woven roof of a cabana over the river. Chairs and logs on which to cool down sat in the water.
I picked wild blackberries along the track for dessert.
I left the lovely Marie, as I flew to Turkey.
My hostel above is in the village to the right.
The rock formations here have lent themselves to housing.
This evening I attended a whirling Dervish ceremony.