This house, on St. Ann Street in the Treme, strikes me as a hauntingly beautiful symbol of this city. Storm clouds are gathering behind it to the north.
But before we get too sentimental, let me tell you that this house is just a block away from Willie Mae's Scotch House, where we just had some of the best fried chicken in the world for lunch.
3 comments:
Steve, this blog is not the place to proselytize.
Reluctantly, I will let your comment stand in the interest of free speech, although you seem to be spamming your blog. but if you become a nuisance, you're out of here.
Aunt Snow, I am fascinated by this picture.
I would delete Steve's comment entirely if I were you. He's done this for years, spamming his bloody self righteous crap everywhere. Did it again today on a blog I follow.
If Steve "Holier Than Thou" Finnell was burning alive in a car, I'd let the bastard cook.
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