Last week while in New Orleans for our monthly Jungian training seminar, I found myself with a free day, but in a torrential rain storm. No chance of wandering and making photographs in the French Quarter this visit.
I remembered passing by what looked like an art supply store in the Fat City neighborhood near my hotel on my visit last month. (I am perpetually lost in New Orleans, and hoped I would be able to find my way back.) I did find it, with the help of a young woman who was a native New Oreleanian.