City Park.

I am listening to a man play the saxophone at City Park. A young couple is watching respectfully. They seem to be in high school.

There is no more table service at Café du Monde. Most people drink out of paper cups but there are ceramic mugs available, for traditionalists.

There are little girls wearing pink tutus. Other children are climbing the live oak tree that is growing on its side.

It rained earlier while the sun was shining, such is summer in New Orleans. That was an hour ago. Everything is dry now. It may happen again. One never knows. It is usually raining somewhere in New Orleans in the summertime.

I am going to head over to the art museum.

You should become a subscriber. Paid subscriptions are worth the money.