Some of the people who put on Barcelona's annual Jazz Festival are in New Orleans for the first time, for New Orleans's current Jazz Fest. These are friends as well as colleagues.
Last night they called to say they were sorry they'd left TWTMNO and TYBTF back in Barcelona, but they'd run out of baggage room and weight, so they did. Now that they are on the ground and experiencing New Orleans for themselves -- loving it, hey, NO still charms, ensorcels and bespells -- they are crazy to see some of the places described in the books, particularly the house we lived in while there, which plays such a role in TYBTF. They asked for the address and directions, because, they said, "We are going there to put up a symbolic plaque honoring you for bringing such understanding to New Orleans, its culture and its music."
We said, "Um, probably not a good idea. The owner probably would shoot you."
We're starting to pack up the first load of things to take back to NYC, when el V goes tomorrow. I seem have gotten sick. I have the party for the neighbors and other of the Ladies who became friends here tomorrow to get ready for too.