Preserving Traditions
Day two in New Orleans, we had (mis)identified another GF breakfast joint, one closer to our hotel, which turned out not to offer all its website promised. So, we punted and quickly found another place off Jackson Square and started getting our steps in. One of the most lovely parts of New Orleans buildings, in my eyes, were the painted signs of yesteryear whose faded glory shone through like ghosts of a past long forgotten. Imagine a world in which one would go to a busy city center to find "raw furs." The green on these doors is everything. Building patina like no other and a city reflected in shades. Four for the road to Chartres. This small pharmacy museum was like something out of Harry Potter: a window of magical potions at the ready. What struck me about this sign was that the Loyola College of Pharmacy gives enough of these plaques to have a template for them. Lovely reflection of the Quarter in the window of a loom sh...