Saxophone.

I am still in New Orleans and there is so much to tell. I don't leave until Wednesday but I wanted to give you all a small taste of the creole flavor. While walking down Frenchman Street Friday night we strolled into the art market, browsed a bit, and gathered inspiration. Just outside the entrance was a poet for hire. Some street performers dance, some sing and play an instrument, and some, like David, write poetry. Dressed in a grey shirt with slacks and a nice black bowler hat, I stepped up and asked how much a poem was to which he responded, "whatever you think it's worth". I only had three dollars in cash on me at the time which seemed insulting. Something about David told me this poem was going to worth a bit more, not only for the memory of having a one of a kind piece of artwork. To me, that's worth more than three dollars. Nevertheless, he agreed. Getting comfortable in his seat and prepping his typewriter, he asked me to pick a topic. I drew a blank and glanced at the scene developing around me while I stood there. Live music on the street corner filled the air and the saxophone from the brass band was blaring. I smiled, I had my topic. 

Ladies and gentlemen; Saxophone by David Blanton.

When he was finished writing he took another look at it, got an envelope out to put it in and stood up. He looked at me, cleared his throat, and recited it to me. I was in awe. He captured my journey, my time in New Orleans, and so much more with just his words. Definitely worth more than three dollars.

I've gained at least five pounds in beads since I got here and I have so many more stories to tell! Stay tuned!

- G.

The Photo:
Louis Armstrong Park at night.
New Orleans, Louisiana.
2/25/17.

Below:
Louis Armstrong Park during the day.