After the last morning of workshop prior to my departure, lunch time found me waiting across from Tulane to catch the St. Charles Streetcar to Canal Street to make my connection to the Jackson/Esplanade bus home. It seemed a lunch time of long waits yesterday, but it was a beautiful crisp day and I was able to enjoy being outside after talking for three hours.
As if that weren't enough, I struck up a conversation with my lone fellow back of the street car traveler who sat across from me on the back bench seats. (I'd seen her smile when I asked a tourist with children to please pick up her stroller that was very unsafely blocking the aisle.) I never did get her name, but on that short ride from Tulane to Napoleon, I heard about her work in the schools and as a sitter with the ailing and the elderly. We talked about our dogs that we both missed, and then we talked about where we lived. We are neighbors. She lives on Ponce de Leon. We talked about the neighborhood. She'd even seen me on my purple bike riding down the street on my way to see my favorite dog!
These are the riches of this life in New Orleans. I leave you with a shot of that favorite dog of mine. And, not only is she a big-nosed dog...look at those paws!
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