Mr. Flitabout. Chapter 525.
Where have I been today? Where have I not? There are so many nooks and crannies to explore in New Orleans. It will take a lifetime to exhaust them all because many of them will not be dere no more.
I went to the Museum of the Southern Jewish Experience this morning. I have been before.
Then, I went to the cobbler. The cobbler’s shop is run by a family from the depths of Central America. They have deep voices. The mother is the matriarch behind the curtain. She sets the prices and makes the final judgement whether or not to accept a pair of shoes for repair.
I brought my spare pair of Turkish slippers and one of the sons, Bautista, took them behind the curtain. “These are Mr. King’s shoes, aren’t they?” I heard the mother say from behind the curtain.
It pays to be a regular.
Things are coming up roses today. The stars are aligned. I skipped going to the Velvet Cactus today. Seven days without Python Lady made one week. What is happiness without company.
In a fit of pique, I jotted down a note to myself, lest I forget.
The stars are aligned today. I met someone else who likes Aperol. When she was told no, there is no Aperol to be found here, her face brightened all the more to learn that this place carries Peychaud’s Bitters, the local spirit. She ordered a Peychaud’s Spritz. The recipe is on the back of the bottle.
Then what happened? I am sure I did something else. The stars are aligned today. I will tell you about it behind the paywall.