Wrestling our past
I took the Bean out this morning reluctantly as I wanted to linger in bed this morning, but then I ran into R as I was making the turn and we ended up going in circles for two hours, walking and talking. She had just bought a new work of art and eventually we made our way back to her tree house apartment to look at the shocking red color the photographer used.
What is it about people in New Orleans – you meet them once and suddenly you are thick as thieves and feel as if you have known them your whole life?