“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
One of the things I love about traveling is experiencing the colors of a place. I've had such beautiful opportunities to spend time exploring other places, to look deeply at what makes each of them special.
I wrote this a year ago after my adventure in Granada:
Last week I went on a road trip. Well, two. On the road I (was) alone in the back seat, headphones on prepared to take in the scenery of the drive through the Spanish countryside.
Honestly, as the road twisted along I began to feel slightly lost. Not in a ‘google maps is down’ type of way (which it was being so far away from anything but farm land and small villages) but more so, lost in a thought of memory and perception.
Basically this: I wondered, when you get so accustomed to something, something that’s so incredibly stunning, can you still see it for everything that it is? Or do we get used to something and stop noticing it’s depth and maybe… forget?
I sat back, quieted my inner chatter and reminded myself to let my eyes soak it in and to embed it in my memory like a child would. To remember.
This summer, as I've spent more time at home in New Orleans, and visiting cities closer to home, I'm reminding myself to enjoy the color of life even when staying nearby.
I'm heading off to Chicago today; looking forward to breathing the wind right in. In the meantime, here's a little snapshot of the colors of this past weekend in New Orleans.
I almost always take the long way home. The city's side streets are full of sweet little finds like this one.
Macaron's for breakfast compliments of MacarOn Café. These little pretties arrived from NY and of course, as the macaron can do, I was transported to a French cafe with one bite.
Poolside on a rare afternoon off.
Modeled after the Spanish style markets that I fell in love with last summer, this addition to the New Orleans Bywater neighborhood is a gem. Friday I took a moment to shop the fresh goodies at St. Roch Market.
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