It's been a long time since we had a baby around the house -- takes some getting use to. Wait, hold on.
Sorry -- I have to run -- Bella stole my sock.
This scene was this past Black Friday in front of St. Louis Cathredal in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The Quarter was holding its own on competing with the malls, until a shower passed. However, as the evening dimmed, only rain-soaked stones were left as a reminder. The day crowd was giving way to the night time revelers.
A pair of street musicians were playing jazz tunes to passers-by.
Strike up the band. Draw near the crowd.
Sitting at the Café du Monde restaurant on Decatur Street across from Jackson Square in New Orleans, we were listening to a two-person street performers' ensemble play old jazz and pop classics. The pair included a trombone player and a drummer. It was great entertainment. This shot of the drummer is into the darkening shadows in the late afternoon with the sun reflecting up from the rain-splashed sidewalk.
Toward the end of one song, the drummer got in one of those lazy afternoon dazes and was totally distracted from his work. He quickly snapped back for the next song. But is was a day of wonderful distractions, seeping in the steamy, rain-passed French Quarter atmosphere.
We had the grand kids this week for several days -- a very tiring task, trying to keep up with their font of energy. But this time, I think papa and nanny won. This is Sophie at the end of their stay. This is after she took a two hour nap in our bedroom. She woke up, made it to the couch and took another hour and half nap.
Of course, after they left, we slept about 10 hours.
Hope your Thanksgiving Day was full of blessings.