n’awlins girl

Well…my attempt to recruit guest bloggers has been a dismal failure. Instead, think I will share some about my bittersweet New Orleans visit. The bitter part is closing my condo and a chapter of my life. This condo was the right place at the right time for me for so many reasons.

Love this photo taken from the St. Louis #1 cemetery, home of voodoo priestess, Marie Laveau. You can see my bedroom window in rear building (old Krauss department store) next to the Iberville projects.

Speaking of bedroom…I found peace for the first time in a very long time in my Madonna themed bedroom.

So fortunate that my mother came in to help with the packing.  No one does it better!  Her paycheck included a delicious tour of 5:30 a.m. breakfast locales around the city. This photo of her as a young mother with me can be seen in pic above…she is my “madonna”.

And I rediscovered “my New Orleans” living right next to the French Quarter. This is a view of the quarter outside my window.

Also, a lot  of sweetness going on during my visit! My youngest son, Jordan, graduated from the New Orleans Fire Department, one of the finest in the country. I could not be prouder of him. He’s so handsome in his new uniform!

Also, rare treat to have all four of my babies together! Aren’t they beautiful?  I am so blessed to have such great kids.

Also pretty sweet…spending time with good friends and new family like Paul’s mom, Miss Margaret, and sister, Anne. Here I am with Princess Barbara at the “country club” in the Marigny neighborhood of New Orleans.  We thought about returning to join the skinny dipping that evening but did not make it.

And I met up with former work friends (except Maria and my mom!) at Bambu where Chef Chan prepared a feast!

Also, caught up with high school friends at Cafe Hope, who loved their cinnamon scented sandals from Saigon.

Joined my son Zack and some of his Houston friends in town for Jazz Fest for a return visit to the Oak Street Cafe.

Here, I enjoyed a fab breakfast surrounded by the sweet music of a jazz combo playing “Do You Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans?”.

I do know what it means to miss New Orleans, but am so excited about the sweet chapter that has already begun with my new husband, Paul, and our home for now in Saigon.  Laissez les bons temps rouler!


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