Why we stay
Last night, I was reminded once again of why I stay in this city. It was the beginning of Mardi Gras for real with Krewe de Vieux rolling in the Marigny and Quarter, but here we were at the Spirit House, entertaining a friend I met on Facebook. There were micro greens on the table from my friend’s farm in the Treme, there was kale from my garden, and there was a bottle of wine…