Have lost my camera cable, so no pics today from my trip to Sedona. Hit Cerillos, Madrid, Sandia Peak, and took a peek at Acoma Pueblo, though I was too late for the tour. Made for a long day to Sedona but I think it will have been worth it when I wake up here tomorrow morning and then promptly go shopping for a camera cable.
Pretty clearly a philistine behind the lens. I am seeing a theme here though -- relaxation.
Had dinner tonight at Tomasita's. A Christmas enchilada with posole and sopaipillas. Washed down with a Swirl, which had exactly that effect on my head.
I let myself get swept up in a passing parade Saturday night -- the music, especially the trumpet, was great. People dressed to the nines. I followed them many blocks until it all convened in front of a fancy hotel. The black parasols popping up and down to the music, everyone young, beautiful, and silly. Then they poured into the hotel and poof -- gone.
Last night in the Faubourg Marigny went to the Spotted Cat for some punk polka (very fun) followed by the Jazz Vipers (yawn). Then across the street to d.b.a for Mem Shannon and the Membership. Blues, good. People move a bit, careful not to spill their drink, that's about it. It's almost painful not to dance, but must not be Crazy Girl at the Bar so just swayed a little like the rest of the tourists.
The R Bar had really bad reggae. The two spots mentioned above were what it was all about.
Today I signed up for the 3-hr hurricane tour but missed it because I was sitting on the curb waiting for the bus, completely engrossed in a book about New Orleans, so did not hear the tour lady call everbody to the bus. Classic. To console myself, I went back to the bookshop I'd just bought the book in, bought another book about New Orleans, and heard a little bit from the store owner about customers Andrei Codrescu (whose book I just bought) and Elizabeth McCracken. No mention whatsoever of Brad and Angelina.
Just some desultory pics. In the one with the checked performing square, check out the musician just hanging out behind the scene on the left. He's the one to watch, not the dancers.
