We walked back home late one night and found not only a net, but a basketball in a pot.
While at the Louis Armstrong museum, we met some art lovers who happened to be visiting city at the same time. Very intelligent and talented intellectuals who bonded with us over beignets, fried chicken, collards, and avocado wraps.
We met them for Sunday dinner afterwards and had a blast talking about the city and life. They were the age of our parents and talked to us as daughters. When they learned of the little trouble we got into while there, they warned us about creating a better travel plan for next time and then spoke to us about our careers and future.
We met so many people we kept a list of who we met and where.
The first was our Uber driver, James, who was the first to tell us his true opinion of NOLA. ‘If anyone tell you they had a bad experience in NOLA, it’s because of something they did.’
Then we met the crew mentioned above: Marget, Melissa, Fritz, Adjoa and Debra
Around the same time, I met James at the lemonade stand who asked me how old I was and then if Stacy and I brought our boyfriends along.
When we left the museum and fair, we met the tour guide assistant who helped us pick a tour…
We met the bus driver, Marlon, who spoke to us about the disparities in NOLA and told us to visit the 9th ward if we really wanted to see the hood.
We met Lindsay and her boyfriend who set us straight about the pronunciation of New Or-leanSS.
We met very intelligent Ellenie, who worked at a herb shop. She knew the names of different herbs and what each on was used for. I learned that Ginko helps with retaining memory.
We ran into smooth talker Dabir at the flea market and Shari and her friends outside of the market.
Then, Shanay, a soon to be bride, whose photo is on my blog, posed with her girlfriends at a popular Cajun sea food spot.
The most funny crew was Ron, Robert and Rick. The ‘R’ Crew at Cafe Dumonde. They weren’t even related but acted like brothers.
The most daring was meeting Mr. Keith who allowed me to climb a ladder and take photos of the painting on the side of the building.
We met Uber Driver Kynytia who told us how to pronounce the supermarket name, Robért’s. You can’t say Robert’s. You have to pay attention to the accent.
Then, Kimble, the most dope uber driver and musician who rapped his songs to us on the way back home.
Where we stayed, we met Zachariah, an ecologist who told us Louisiana loses a football field of land everyday.
We met Cameron at the famous Gumbo shop and because he was standing on line ahead of us turned around and engaged in conversation with us. He was visiting from Wyoming on a business trip. He asked if he could join us when the waiter called us.
We ran into the same Australian couple two or three times.
Then, at the musical festival, we met dancers after their show whose names were Suga baby doll, G baby doll, baby doll kit, and Pinky. All baby dolls.
I was told to take a photo of this wall mural but never saw it until we were in a taxi on the way to the station to leave. We had no time to stop the car and take a photo.
I texted all the people I met there and they texted me their versions of the mural….
Then about three days later, randomly, my mentor Casey texted me and we spoke about what we were doing for the summer.
I’m currently in New Orleans working on a project. She responded.
Really Casey? I just left!
We were so shocked that we both had ventured to the same city for the summer. I was extremely happy that she had texted me because I knew she would capture the image in the look I was going for…and sure enough before she left, she sent me this photo of the wall mural.