Mayday!

1.5.07

I'm having one of those days. One of those "what was I doing this time last year" days. Last May 1st I got up early, leaving the Robeau asleep at the hotel room and took a long walk around the French Quarter of New Orleans. I then found my way to Louis Armstong National Park, which was beautiful and inspiring. The sun was warm, and the air was soft. There was a nice little pond with ducks in it. American ducks don't look like Canadian ducks. That was weird. The ducks were cute though, and they sat in the shade of the giant, larger than life statue of Louis Armstrong.

Every minute felt like an hour, but in a good way, a really good way. Not a Friday afternoon at the office way. I was plugged in to my ipod, blasting Terence Blanchard's Malcolm X Jazz Suite. I stumbled on a Mayday protest at the park. The "Day without Immigrants" they called it. Illegal workers all over the country had skipped off work to protest. I snapped some pictures.




Afterwards, I went back to Cafe du Monde and had the inside of the cafe all to myself. It was a Monday morning and I guess everyone was back to work or on planes heading home. Beignets, covered in icing sugar. Pretty soon, no beignets and me, covered in incing sugar. Iced latte with chickory. Refreshing, comforting, soothing. This? This I could do all day. This is perfection.




I was joined a few tables over, by some ladies who worked at the cafe, having an early lunch.


At this point I realized even though I'd had a completely self indulgent day and it wasn't even noon yet, I felt as though I had accomplished more than I sometimes do in an entire week at home. What is that about? Today, I realized that I've spent a year trying to recapture that feeling here at home. I know what that's about. I know I'll never do it either, but I don't think that will stop me from trying.


7 comments :

  1. I think that kind of feeling comes when you step out of your ordinary routine and have some kind of epiphany as a result--when you do something just a little different and see something a lot new. I think you CAN have it at home, but it was probably especially poignant because you were travelling. You're an open-eyed, open-minded person and probably have a little moment like that every day. Or that would be my guess!

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  2. (Oh, I remember the coffee and beignets at Cafe du Monde!! I miss N.O. so much.) I often have the same feeling as you are today - trying to recapture a feeling of bliss like that... It's hard when you're not traveling - but I bet you can because you seem such an energetic, bright and beautiful woman. I imagine Toronto has tons of wonderful spots that might make you feel such a moment again!

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  3. Interesting..

    Just checking out random blogs. I read yours and it was very interesting to read a blog from someone who is so completely different from me. I get a little satifaction from variety.

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  4. What a loverly yummy day! Is a beignet different from fried dough? I'm assuming it's lighter and more tasty right? Here's hoping you recapture that.

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  5. Ah, the Cafe du Monde. Yummy.

    Swear to God, this is the second post I've read in the last 2 minutes to reference ducks.

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  6. Caftan Woman, Greeny, Sugar, thanks for the kind words. I was feeling kind of blue and that helped.

    Dave - welcome, please come by anytime!

    CeCe - no different from fried dough at all. But lighter somehow. I think it has something to do with the oil they use. And they are always hot. mmmmm.

    Trish - that ducks comment. LOL!

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