Misoprostol to buy in canada I arrived in the New Orleans area on Monday and stayed with a friend out in Mandeville, which is on the other side of (the surprisingly beautiful) Lake Pontchartrain. Yesterday I found a room in the Crescent City itself, and today I moved in, with a singer/songwriter (and apparently local legend) named Johnny Angel. For information on him and his band The Swingin’ Demons, try a google search or his myspace profile. “Saturday Night Saloon” reminds me so much of my last trip to New Orleans I think I must have seen him perform. Either that or he’s got the signature New Orleans sound. It’s hard to be sad while listening to that brass play. I say he’s a local legend because I stopped in at a gallery a few blocks away, a place that had just opened up, and the owner, not a personal friend of the man, was full of Johnny Angel stories. The pizzeria down the block had a picture of him up on the wall, and the owner had good things to say about him. This afternoon I spoke with a young lady who was sitting on a stoop smoking a cigarette, and she said she had known about him since high school. “In a town full of characters, he’s made a real name for himself,” she said. All I’ve seen so far is that he has the sideburns of an Elvis impersonator. And (of course) he’s from Staten Island. That’s about as much as I’ll write about him, as obviously he hardly consented to have his home life thrust on the internet.
http://thelittersitter.com/celebrate-birthday-donating-good-karma-pet-rescue/ I’ve got the back room of the house, just off the kitchen – it looks like an old sun room, with five big wide windows. There’s a yard, much neglected, but with a lovely old live oak. All very promising.
The neighborhood, Carrollton, is at the end of the streetcar line. It has everything one could ask for: a bookshop, a dozen cafes (at least – how do they all stay open?), one of the finest diners in the world (the Camellia Grill), oak-lined streets, a place called the Book Barn (open Tuesdays and Fridays), a supermarket, close access to Audubon Park (New Orleans’ Central Park), and what may be the best pizzeria in New Orleans (Nino’s). This last being the most important – and a good omen.
I’ll keep posting thoughts on both the trip and on this most remarkable city as I go. Now that I have a place to lay my head here, I can turn to writing.
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