Moments in City Park
I keep thinking about the article in the NYT magazine about Treme when it said that New Orleans is all about the moments. Like the moment when we were about to come out of the park yesterday, and I noticed, beside the white stairs that are in the meadow that are an installation post-Katrina that signify the steps home, a gold chair made of twigs and leaves. I did a double take. Today Tin and I went to go investigate and it was still there, a gold chair. The same people who would spend an entire year sewing tiny little beads on a costume they will wear only once are capable of making a gold chair out of twigs and placing it, unfettered, in City Park.
