The Children of The Doctor: Part I

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Daytrip: Longue Vue House and Gardens & Café b

Café b:
A great place to have New Orleans cuisine for lunch.

Shrimp & Artichokes with Garlic Bread:  A lovely bay leaf flavor

Fish of the Day with Crab Meat

Longue Vue House and Gardens
Impressions

Forecourt Fountain

Spanish Court with Green Marble Bench

Walled Garden with Edible Plants

Citrus in the Walled Garden

Walled Garden Water Feature Surrounded by Edible Flowers

Pigeonnier

Detail of Pigeonnier Bench Carving

New Orleans Oak

Back of the House

Inside the house you will see the following:

curved millwork

painted millwork

libraries

art gallery that replaced kitchen

custom glass knobs with a rainbow of colors

mirrored paneled doors

a sunlight stairwell from above

sleeping porch enclosed with pivoting hidden beds for 3 children

stenciled walls

antique wallpaper installed

raised ceiling and floor

dumbwaiter in kitchenette on second floor

a wine cellar basement in New Orleans

herringbone brick floors

beautiful chandeliers

fascinating papier-mâché mother-of-pearl inlay chair

watercolors of flowers framed straight to the wall together in the flower cutting and arranging room with 4 sinks of 4 different depths

Napoleonic bee drapes in a distant bathroom

scale built into the floor for the boys' bathroom with Formica walls and cork flooring

lower ceiling heights for the era for they could afford the new technology of air conditioning

Holy Well, 1996

Holy Well, County Clare, Ireland, March 22, 1996

Holy Well, County Clare, Ireland, March 22, 1996

Holy Well, County Clare, Ireland, March 22, 1996

Holy Well, County Clare, Ireland, March 22, 1996

Mary-in-a-Greenhouse

all photos

©1996 D. Moss

Day Out in New Orleans, Louisiana

Maison Blanche Building

Fried Squash Blossoms at Domenica

French Empire Chandelier at the Roosevelt Hotel, Barrone Street

The Sazerac Bar, Roosevelt Hotel

Enjoying a Drink at The Sazerac Bar

Detail of Church Door, Barrone Street

Detail of Brass Elevator Door, First National Bank of Commerce, Barrone Street, New Orleans

Brass Elevator Doors, First National Bank of Commerce, Barrone Street, New Orleans

Lovely Cappuccino, Antoine's Annex, French Quarter

Bywater Neighborhood Homes Tour 2013, New Orleans, Louisiana

 On Sunday, I enjoyed the annual Bywater Neighborhood Association Home Tour.  Here are a few things I saw on the walk around the neighborhood:

Pediment on House on Independence Street

Functional Shutters

Pollinated Bricks

Roach Border

Driveway of the House My Mother Lived in as a Child, Independence Street

Victory Arch

Detail of Arch Honoring the Citizens of the Ninth Ward Who Died in World War I

Great Uncle Emile Wenzel

Great Uncle George Schroeder

Erickson Cousin

My Timeline: Purgatory 1, Summerhill, Dublin, and Trainspotting Character in Edinburgh

The first level of Purgatory was somewhat akin to being trapped in Das Boot.  The sound of metal creaking in the bowels of a submarine.  Metal gates echoing for what seems like eternity.  Steel everywhere, no color, no sunlight to speak of, and a bed made out of rough blankets which would fit right in the barracks on either side in World War II.
I thought of the joyous scene when they are drinking and feasting and break into "It's a long long way to Tipperary and Tipperary is our home . . . "

So, let's all travel back through my timeline to when I was a very, very young 20 year old living in Dublin, Ireland.

ASDA Bus Station, Bournemouth, England, Age 20

It was the darkest and most depressing winter of my life.  I worked off Grafton Street with lots of young people from places other than Ireland.  We had to dress in turn of the last century (1900) servant uniforms.

I had a pleasant conversation one morning with a man who used to tour with T. Rex about songs about Deborahs.

The Bedroom I Let, Summer St. North, Dublin

I lived in Summerhill in North Dublin adjacent to the Council Estates.  I would walk to work in the dark down O'Connell Street with a solo garda on the beat.
At work, there wasn't a window letting in the misty grey daylight, and by the time my shift was done, there was absolutely no light.  To get to the women's locker room, I would go through a door from the bakeshop near the entrance and go down stairs then upstairs like I was inside a German Expressionist movie.

I once cleared Thom Yorke's breakfast plate and watched him read and drink his tea in my empty section.  All of the Irish girls acted like I was special, but we all know I was just a freak. 
I would go sit in Saint Stephen's Green somedays to enjoy the only green I could really find in the dreary city center.  One day, I was sitting on a rock reading a newspaper, and I was approached by a cute, Irish guy.  He asked me if I wanted some drugs.  I laughed and wasn't sure he was serious.  I mean as a child of the '80s, Nancy Reagan had prepared me for this precise moment:  "I'm just saying 'No' to drugs.  That means, 'No, thank you.'" 

Broken Window Pane

The children in Summerhill didn't know how to play.  They would just fight and make each other scream.  One day, they threw a rock through my bedroom window.  I had to sleep in all of the clothes I owned that night; the landlord couldn't fix the window until the next day.  The Frenchmen with Polish last names who I lived with convinced me to report the crime to the Garda station because I spoke the best English.

Now, let's go ahead and take a commuter flight to beautiful Scotland.  I hadn't seen sunshine all winter, but when the plane approached Edinboro golden sun glistened through the clouds.

Edinburgh Castle, Scotland

I called my friend from a telephone booth right in the shadow of the castle (too expensive for me to tour).  And, what do you know a character right out of Trainspotting starts yelling at me to get off of the phone.  So, holding the phone in my hand, I turn to face him and I yell and scream back at him:  I'm paying to use the telephone and he can wait his turn or go run around the corner to another payphone.  He's Scottish; he should know where the hell to find another phone in his own country.

Squirrel, Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh

Edingburgh in the mid 1990s

Beautiful Day in City Park, New Orleans, Louisiana

Grand Val de Grace by Jean-Robert Ipousteguy

I spent a beautiful day in New Orleans.  The day began with a chill in the air, and I started out in boots and a sweater.  We bought some groceries.  I changed into my sandals, and we had a lovely picnic in City Park.  Afterwards we played in the Sculpture Garden.

Claes Oldenburg's Tribute to a Safety Pin with the Beautiful Oaks of City Park as a Backdrop

Venus without Arms by Aristide Maillol

Notice the beautiful green patina on the sculpture above.

Back-to-Back Swing in City Park, New Orleans

Karma by Do-Ho Suh

Me with My Man Karma

Holding on to Karma

A Lion of the Peristyle of City Park, New Orleans