I was speaking to an architect at a party we went to last night and he was talking about how people who come here don’t understand the way we roll. He talked about Caribbean architecture and the ways of commerce here in the Big Sleazy. “Most people come down here and think they can do that snap your fingers business and things will get done. But it doesn’t happen that way. Things get done alright, but in their own way, and in their own time. And our architecture has its own flavor and expression.”
Sitting on our front porch yesterday having a midday beer and looking across the bayou at the beautiful custom’s house that is going up for auction on Tuesday, I thought to myself, like nowhere on earth. We had just had our home study by the social worker, who said the LaLa is like a vacation house and had she had this to come home to she might not have stayed gone after Katrina.
I said, yes indeed, we enjoy every minute of it.