Lucky, lucky me, I’ve recently returned from an extended weekend vacation visiting my sisters in New Orleans. Very pleasant. I took many long walks with my sister and her pit bull puppy in the Bayou District; we ate at a stellar Vietnamese restaurant; we went to our favorite wine bar and demolished five chunks of cheese; we drank bloody marys and strolled on the streets.
Saturday morning I took a yoga class taught by my sister. I sat at a picnic table and played with a few dogs while she and the other teacher swept cigarette butts from the pavement in their friend’s back yard and set up mats.
