If you haven't been reading this series on porches, you should probably go below and read the two previous posts, just to catch up. Go ahead, we'll wait for you.
The last two porches were giant, gracious, stylish gathering places. Poody asked if they could be called a veranda? I put the Wikipedia click through there, because apparently there is not uniform agreement on what a veranda is.
But today's porch is little more than a "stoop" in the New Orleans lexicon. Apparently a term of Dutch origin (what are Dutch words doing in New Orleans?).
I think a porch is more a state of mind than a piece of real estate. The owners of this stoop seem to get as much use out of it as many of the giant (and barren) porches around town.
The two chairs seem well worn and leave evidence that this is not a solitary pursuit. Sitting, re-sifting the events of the day. Catching up on people and places. Venting, stewing, chewing it over. Postulating, pursuing passions.
As I see it, the porch's main function, as it evolved, was a place of sharing -- time, memories, ideas, frustrations and joys. The size is not so important. In a sense, I would think the smaller spaces would encourage more bonding.
I promise to finish this series on porches up tomorrow, if you promised to come back. You won't want to miss it. I'm going to muse on my "virtual" porch -- a true story, well worth telling.
Bring a friend.