A week and a half ago I took a trip to New Orleans with my friend Caroline, as a kind of 21st birthday/end of the summer celebration. I’ve really missed traveling and this trip was absolutely perfect. We went on a complete whim with plans only to eat, shop, and listen to music, and that turned into the perfect Louisiana vacation.
Here’s a shot from inside the Arcadian bookstore, and let me tell you, it’s officially my favorite place on earth. The books are literally piled floor to ceiling in a seemingly haphazard way. Tiny passageways weave through the store and it’s more than a little easy to get lost. But the best part is that the piles are actually highly organized by author and genre.
I couldn’t get over how friendly everyone was. As a lifetime New Englander, I was taken aback when people would greet me on the street. Courtesy? Friendship? What? Don’t worry, it took me about 2 minutes on the MBTA to get my Boston bitch face back.
Stay tuned for a nighttime adventures in the city of jazz next week.
Photos are mine.