Back home in the French Quarter

If you’ve read this blog before, then you probably know why I am so attached to this little village, having spent my teenaged and early twenties here learning about history and community.
I have lived in the Quarter 4 different times, and am now alternating between the house on the North Shore that my grandparents white-flighted to in the early 1960s, and a week or so every month at a little pied-a-terre on Orleans Street – not avenue, as friend Greg has pointed out- Orleans only becomes an avenue after it crosses Basin Street. When it gets a neutral ground.
The location is ideal, the neighbor (friend Greg again) is welcoming and even Maddie the Cartoon Dog seems to be comfortable so far.
This will be the vantage point that I write about the village a few days a month. It will also be my trial apartment for a possible full move to the Quarter next spring.

The one room with excellent bathroom by the way – often hard to find in the Quarter – is nicely furnished and with all of the modern amenities. When I sit in the courtyard with the bubbling fountain, typing on the iPad, everything seems right and to scale. Friends and family, food and drink, life and drama happening nearby.
Really, what else is necessary?


About DW

New Orleans resident, writer, activist. Public market consultant.

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