Our day trip from New Orleans to the bayou
yielded a trapper’s hut, raccoons
and a turtle dedicated to reconciliation.
Later, we visited the big house and the slave quarters at Oak Alley plantation.
I hired a footpath poet to write a poem for Rose back in Nawlins.
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.