Voodoo, day two
We hopped a streetcar from City Park and headed to the French Quarter. It was early and the car was empty and quiet...well, not the car itself...it was squeaky and creaky, but that's part of the charm. Later we would find that the streetcars would be so full that if we were able to get on, we might be sitting in someone's lap. But for now, we just took in the sights and relished being in New Orleans.
We got off at the riverfront and made our way into the Quarter. Cafe Du Monde was typically busy as hell. There was a line down the block. We wanted beignets, but not that bad, so we kept on walking. It didn't take long before we were sick of tourist crap. Cutesy trinkets and clever baubles. No, thank you.
We stopped into a clothing shop, which Davey said had been Gargoyles, but was no longer. I contemplated a pair of boots, but decided against them. And then...I found what I had been looking for forever...a black fedora that will fit my preternaturally large head. (So few hat companies make XXL hats.) The guy behind the counter handed it to me and I tried it on. And then I took it off rather quickly, because I could feel the cash in my wallet starting to twitch. If I had left it on any longer my money would have jumped out of my pocket and placed itself on the counter.
I vacillate between compulsive spending and painful frugality. An dthis day I was feeling miserly, but the hat was making me look good. Damn good.
The guy asked what I thought of it. I told him that if I tried it on again, I would have to buy it. I did and I did. And that was the best move I could have made.
If I believed in mojo, I would swear that this hat was some mighty powerful mojo.
Okay, I gotta go paint something. I'll tell you more later.
We got off at the riverfront and made our way into the Quarter. Cafe Du Monde was typically busy as hell. There was a line down the block. We wanted beignets, but not that bad, so we kept on walking. It didn't take long before we were sick of tourist crap. Cutesy trinkets and clever baubles. No, thank you.
We stopped into a clothing shop, which Davey said had been Gargoyles, but was no longer. I contemplated a pair of boots, but decided against them. And then...I found what I had been looking for forever...a black fedora that will fit my preternaturally large head. (So few hat companies make XXL hats.) The guy behind the counter handed it to me and I tried it on. And then I took it off rather quickly, because I could feel the cash in my wallet starting to twitch. If I had left it on any longer my money would have jumped out of my pocket and placed itself on the counter.
I vacillate between compulsive spending and painful frugality. An dthis day I was feeling miserly, but the hat was making me look good. Damn good.
The guy asked what I thought of it. I told him that if I tried it on again, I would have to buy it. I did and I did. And that was the best move I could have made.
If I believed in mojo, I would swear that this hat was some mighty powerful mojo.
Okay, I gotta go paint something. I'll tell you more later.