Sunday, January 01, 2006
Foggy River Blues
Woke up to a classic New Orleans winter gray morning: thick fog on every surface, down to the surface of my mood.
Lingering over a large yellow mug of rich Community Dark Roast (dairied up into a muddy, creamy brew with half-and-half) only intensified the feeling of a slow crawl to start the day - mimicking the arrival of the fog itself only hours before.
I whistle-sipped the hot joe (tips and center of my lips) as I pored over the Picayune's pages for New Year's Eve offerings, and poured more coffee. Arlo Guthrie free at Jackson Square seemed the finest possible option. We dressed and left for the quarter at 1030.
This misted morning turned to early afternoon before the first bursts of sunlight were able to burn all the way through to the streets of the French Quarter. We were then at Angeli's, eating hummus and their specialty - tomato spread - slathered on pita triangles doused with herbed olive oil .
But before that sunbright moment, another moment had been stuck in my mind: the sight of the river all gussied up in her foggier than foggy best.
We'd walked part of the way to the quarter along the second and third levels of the Riverwalk and there she was: The Steamship Sensation, floating in the fog. A breeze kept blowing giant puffs of watery mist alongside the ship, giving it the illusion of movement, and off my imagination flew, on a cruise to somewhere tropical . . .
¶ Sunday, January 01, 2006
Lingering over a large yellow mug of rich Community Dark Roast (dairied up into a muddy, creamy brew with half-and-half) only intensified the feeling of a slow crawl to start the day - mimicking the arrival of the fog itself only hours before.
I whistle-sipped the hot joe (tips and center of my lips) as I pored over the Picayune's pages for New Year's Eve offerings, and poured more coffee. Arlo Guthrie free at Jackson Square seemed the finest possible option. We dressed and left for the quarter at 1030.
This misted morning turned to early afternoon before the first bursts of sunlight were able to burn all the way through to the streets of the French Quarter. We were then at Angeli's, eating hummus and their specialty - tomato spread - slathered on pita triangles doused with herbed olive oil .
But before that sunbright moment, another moment had been stuck in my mind: the sight of the river all gussied up in her foggier than foggy best.
We'd walked part of the way to the quarter along the second and third levels of the Riverwalk and there she was: The Steamship Sensation, floating in the fog. A breeze kept blowing giant puffs of watery mist alongside the ship, giving it the illusion of movement, and off my imagination flew, on a cruise to somewhere tropical . . .
¶ Sunday, January 01, 2006
