The Napoleon House
It’s just a fact that I cannot sit on the front porch without having a lot of stop bys. So last night when a friend was in from California and arrived, there were two friends/neighbors on the porch and another walking up. So I saddled my friend up with Tin and we fled to the Napoleon House where we could get a muffaleta and some quiet time.
You can’t catch up in a mere couple of hours, but you can reconnect, which is what is needed time to time with friends who are now at a distance – the face to face helps anchor you in the reality of your friendship rather than all of the sensory input being digital. We parted on the corner of Chartres by the Bourbon Orleans and in front of UAL in shadows of the evening – a nice visual snapshot before we reenter our virtual world again.