Even in March the humidity here is high. Along with the morning fog, it makes for a place where “resistance is futile” in terms of coiffures!
Walking through the deserted streets this morning to catch the streetcar for an early session, I saw people walking their dogs, having coffee in a local shop, watering plants, and sweeping their sidewalks. And then I passed a magnificent red building – an elementary school in the French Quarter. The children were laughing, talking, and running in their uniforms of green, gold, or purple shirts. It occurred to me that even though the city is full of architectural delights, historic locations, and wonderful cuisine, the reason we’re all here is—the students.