I've been sitting here thinking of the Garden District yarn store on Magazine St. that I'd just discovered, where I could get any kind of yarn I desired; the Creole Creamery ice cream parlor on Prytania St., where they make their own flavors like Champagne Peach, Dark Chocolate, and Rose; the restaurant Stella! that my classmate worked so hard to create, where he made his mark on the New Orleans culinary scene; Cafe Equator in Lakeview that has some of the best Thai food E and I have ever eaten; the Country Flame restaurant down on Bienville and Chartes that looked like a dive but had the best empanadas I'd ever eaten; the beloved French Market, where we loved to take out of town visitors to buy their souveniers; my friend Charles' house in Lakeside that was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright; and our favorite Vietnamese restaurant and bakery Dong Phuong out in New Orleans east.
So many places and people. Since living here in Baton Rouge, I'd begun to take being able to scoot to New Orleans in an hour for granted. There is just an overwhelming feeling of sadness now.