Carrollton.
Whenever I am in Carrollton I am reminded of Dante’s Kitchen. I am not talking about Paradise Lost. Dante’s Kitchen was a restaurant that ain’t dere no more, just like Matt and Natty’s, just like so much else. New Orleans is a long work in progress.
Dante Street is a nice street. I recommend strolling it from its start at the river to its end at Palmer Park, which we now call something else. I think it is now called Ellis Marsalis Harmony Park. I have only talked to people who call it Palmer Park, even after the name change.
I guess Ellis Marsalis was no Norman C. Francis. The sign over Palmer Park’s entrance still says Palmer Park. Every sign on Jefferson Davis Parkway was replaced with Norman C. Francis signs lickety-split, both north and south.
Have you been to Carrollton? I would live there. High praise. I prefer to live where I live. Uptown or downtown, we are all New Orleanians in a shallow saucer.
The lowest point in the saucer is in Broadmoor. Now you know.
It is time to put up the paywall.