Adieu, New Orleans

This picture was taken by my husband last night. We were walking in the French Quarter between thunderstorms (very appropriate) and as we got to the end of Bourbon Street, where it meets Esplanade, we saw this. This is my OTHER favorite old building in New Orleans that has been for sale off and on since we arrived in December. It is totally empty, totally creepy, and totally wonderful. The light in the sky is a flash of lightning that happened to occur right as he took the photo...it looks like either the sun is rising or a UFO landing is imminent.

I am sad to be leaving here. I've grown used to New Orleans in so many ways--being able to walk to the store, to coffee shops, to just walk and be so entertained has been great. Where we are moving we'll have to drive to any shopping, and I won't like that as much. But mark my words, I'll be back. Often. And I'll check in on this old house, to be sure. It's fabulous. I really want it, but I can't have it. Such is life.

Until I reach my old Kentucky home...